Equestria Girls Gone Wild!

Chapters

You Girls Gotta See This!
Indigo Zapped
Naughty Tricks
Rainbow Dash's Daring Détente
Shining Obstacle
The Dark Side of Candy Apples
Blackout
Shadow Prey, Part 1
Shadow Prey, Part 3
Shadow Prey, Part 4
Shadow Prey, Part 6
Camp Everfuck #1: Pussy Inspection
Camp Everfuck #2: Dick Inspection
Reservoir Dash
Shadow Prey, Part 2
Shadow Prey, Part 5

You Girls Gotta See This!

Author's Note

This story is porn. It is written for the express purpose of sexual arousal and erotic entertainment. As such, the erotic merit of this story will be highly subjective.

The author does not necessarily endorse any of the acts or behaviors presented in this story. Please refrain from ascribing allusions between the fictional narrative of this story and any personal beliefs, proclivities, or biases of the author.

All characters present in this story are 18 or over and legally of age to engage in sexual activity.

You Girls Gotta See This!

Two weeks had passed since six friends graduated from Canterlot High, and they were determined to make the most of the last summer before college. The third sleepover of the summer, at the Apple family's house, was well underway.

"Where'd Fluttershy run off to?"

Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and Princess Twilight Sparkle sat around Applejack's bedroom, playing poker and snacking. The other Twilight had been invited to the sleepover, but had other plans.

"I dunno, bathroom maybe?" Sunset suggested with a shrug.

"For ten minutes?" Twilight wondered as she rearranged her hand.

"Well, we did eat all that pizza earlier," Rainbow pointed out. "I mean, Fluttershy usually eats like a bird, but she was really puttin' it away!"

"As if you're one to talk, Rainbow Dash," Rarity scoffed.

"Well, I need to stretch anyway, so I'll go check on her," Sunset said. She got up and headed to the door. "Keep your eyes off my cards!"

* * * * *

The bathroom door was ajar and the lights were off. Sunset frowned. "Huh. Is she raiding the kitchen?"

Sunset padded down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen. The lights were on, but the room was empty. Her brow furrowing in confusion, she began prowling around the Apple house, searching for her wayward friend. There was no sign of her anywhere downstairs. She briefly, quietly checked Granny Smith's room—the only member of the Apple family whose room was downstairs—but she wasn't there either.

"Did she go outside, maybe?" Sunset wondered, brow furrowing. She shook her head dismissively. "No...Fluttershy wouldn't have gone wandering around dressed like that." It was a very warm, very muggy early summer night, and none of the girls were wearing pajamas—not even Twilight. They were all sitting around in oversized T-shirts and panties.

Shaking her head, Sunset headed back upstairs. "Maybe she's..."

A sound caught her attention, and she trailed off, straining her ears. She crept down the hall, past Applejack's room, toward the largest bedroom at the end of the hall—the master bedroom, which Big Macintosh had moved into a few years after their parents' death. The door wasn't closed all the way; the reading lamp was on. She could just barely hear soft grunting as she approached the door. Curious, she pushed it open a crack and peeked inside...

Her jaw dropped.

* * * * *

"And now Sunset's been gone a long time," Twilight said. "What's going on around here?"

"Ooooh, maybe it's a serial killer!" Pinkie said in a spooky voice, waggling her fingers.

"PINKIE!" Rarity cried.

The door flew open. Sunset rushed in, nearly falling down. She was breathing heavily. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh," she said.

"Sunset? What is it?" Twilight asked.

Sunset shook her head and scrabbled around on Applejack's desk, snatching up her phone. "You girls have GOT to see this," she said. "Wait here, I'll...I'll...just..." She shook her head. "Grab your phone, Pinkie. Wait for my text." She rushed back out the door.

The girls looked at each other in confusion. Rainbow grabbed Pinkie's phone off the desk and tossed it to her.

~Fifteen minutes earlier~

Fluttershy quietly opened the door to the master bedroom and snuck inside. She was a girl on a mission. A girl with a burning, secret desire.

A girl who was scared out of her mind, yet filled with a heady rush of excitement.

Fluttershy was about to do something naughty.

Big Macintosh lay sprawled on the large bed, a paperback novel lying open and forgotten near his head. The lamp over the bed was still on, suggesting Big Mac had fallen asleep reading. As warm as the evening was, he was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. He was snoring gently as his bare chest rose and fell.

Fluttershy padded slowly over to the bed, studying the sleeping farmer. Her heart hammered in her chest. She'd always had a slight crush on Big Mac, although she'd never acted on it. He was so gentle, kind, soft-spoken, and strong...and very handsome, at least in her opinion.

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, Fluttershy was interested in only one thing.

His dick.

All week long, Fluttershy had been having naughty thoughts. At the most inopportune times, her mind would go straight down the toilet, and she'd find herself heating up. When the decision had been made to hold the sleepover at Applejack's house, she knew what she had to do.

Fluttershy knelt at the side of the bed and gently fumbled open the front of Big Mac's boxers. Red-faced and trembling, she reached in and brushed his manhood with her fingers. Gulping nervously, she brought it out, holding it in her hand and looking at it. "Oh my," she whispered. Hesitantly, she began gently stroking it, thrilling at the alien feel of it beneath her fingers. She nearly squeaked in fright as it began to stiffen under her touch; Big Mac stirred slightly, and Fluttershy ducked under the bed, muffling her breathing.

After a long, heart-pounding minute, she crept back out and stood up.

Big Macintosh was still asleep...and his dick was standing proud outside of his shorts.

Gulping nervously, Fluttershy leaned down over the bed and prodded Big Mac's manhood with a fingertip. Stifling a giggle, she crouched low and wrapped her hand around it, stroking its length, feeling the hot blood pounding inside. With a silly smile, she leaned forward, tongue lolling out...

"Fluttershy? Whut're you doin'?"

"EEP!" Fluttershy yelped, jumping away, eyes wide. She stared at Big Macintosh as he sat up, blinking dozily at her. "Umm...umm...I...oh goodness..."

Big Mac looked down at himself, blushed furiously, and tried to scramble under the covers—which he had never bothered to pull back. He tried to tuck his twitching member back into his shorts, but failed.

"Umm...I...I'm sorry," Fluttershy whimpered, ducking her face behind her hair. "I..." She swallowed. "I shouldn't have..."

"Why were you..." Big Mac's face turned even more red. "Why..."

"Please don't be mad at me," Fluttershy said. "I just—"

"Ah ain't mad," Big Mac said. "Jes' confused." He tried to cover himself again; his manhood was beginning to flag at last.

"Oh. Good. Well..." Fluttershy took a deep breath. "I'll just...I'll just be going back to the girls now..."

"Wait," Big Macintosh said, shifting around. "Ah wanna know why first."

"Oh..." Fluttershy gulped. "W-well..." She blushed and played with her hair. "I...I've just...been..." She stammered. "I-it's been a...a strange week...I can't seem to stop thinking a-about..." She ducked her head. "Sex," she whispered. "A-and, well...I always...sort of had a crush on you...a little bit..." She picked at the hem of her shirt. "I...I just wanted to...play with...a little..."

Big Mac stared at her, eyebrows raised.

"I-I know it was wrong," Fluttershy said. "I...I'm sorry..."

Big Mac shrugged. "There's worse things t'wake up to," he said. He looked her up and down and ducked his head. "Matter of fact, that's probably th' best thing Ah ever woke up to."

"R-really?"

"Eeyup."

Fluttershy smiled shyly, playing with a strand of her long pink hair. "W-would...would it be okay if I...did some more?"

Big Mac smiled lazily at her. "Eeyup."

Giggling, Fluttershy stripped off her T-shirt...

* * * * *

Pinkie's phone played an obscenely cheesy song about space unicorns. She tapped the screen a couple of times. The girls crowded around her as a video appeared on the screen.

Rarity gasped. "Good heavens!"

"Whoa," Rainbow said, jaw hanging open.

In the video on the little screen, a nude Fluttershy knelt atop a prone Big Macintosh, whose hands rested on her hips. She ground and thrust her hips repeatedly against him, arching her back and moaning in ecstasy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust.

Twilight stared, face red. "Is she..." She swallowed audibly. "Are—are they doing what I think they're...?"

"Wowie, look at her go!" Pinkie said, awe in her voice.

"I...I never would have expected something like this from Fluttershy," Rarity said, cheeks flushed.

"Same here," Rainbow said, watching wide-eyed. "Holy crap."

Twilight shook her head. "We shouldn't be watching this!" she said.

"Ah agree with Twi," Applejack said. She grabbed the phone away from Pinkie. "That jes' ain't right."

Rainbow snatched the phone back from her and leapt away; the rest of the girls minus Applejack crowded around her.

"HEY!" Applejack yelled. "That's MAH BROTHER in there! This ain't right!"

"Quiet, we're watching this!" Pinkie said.

"Yeah, AJ! Just...chill out or something!"

"Good grief, y'all..."

Despite herself, Twilight watched the video curiously. "So...in this world, the females mount the males?"

"Sometimes," Rainbow said. "There's a lot of different ways you can do it."

"I always pictured Fluttershy as the kind who'd be on the bottom," Pinkie said. "Not...not THIS!"

"I didn't even know they were seeing one another!" Rarity said.

"They ain't, far as Ah know," Applejack said, still refusing to look.

"Yeah, Fluttershy woulda told us if she had a boyfriend," Rainbow said.

"Then why is she...?" Twilight asked. "Is...is she in estrus or something...?"

"People don't got estrus," Applejack said.

"Yeah, we just get horny," Pinkie agreed. "And Fluttershy sure looks horny!"

Fluttershy threw back her head and let out a ragged moan they could hear from down the hall. On the screen, she jerked once, twice, three times...then sagged forward, falling against Big Macintosh. He wrapped his arms around her gently, and she kissed him, lacing her hands around the back of his head.

The video ended.

"Aww," Pinkie said.

About half a minute later, Sunset Shimmer walked back in. "Did you girls watch?"

"Sunset Shimmer, how COULD you?" Applejack roared. "Dammit, girl, spyin' on mah brother an' your best friend...that jes' ain't right!"

"Yeah, Sunset, that was pretty messed up!" Rainbow said. Then, with a sly grin, she added, "Thanks for lettin' us in on the show, though!"

Sunset shrugged. "Hey, when you stumble across something that completely unexpected..."

Twilight shook her head. "It isn't right to invade a friend's privacy like that, Sunset."

Sunset sighed. "Yeah, yeah...I know..." With a smirk, she added, "But I bet it gave you some ideas for the next time you see Flash Sentry, right?"

"Eep!"

The other girls laughed. "Okay, come on now," Rainbow said. "Let's get back to the game. Sunset, it's your bet..."

* * * * *

"That was th' most amazin' thing Ah ever done," Big Macintosh said softly, stroking Fluttershy's cheek. Cupping her bare breast in his hand and kneading it gently, he whispered, "Ah wouldn't mind...another go..."

"Yay..."

Big Macintosh turned off the reading lamp, and the bed springs started to squeak...

Indigo Zapped

Indigo Zap moaned into the massive cock that filled her mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, her face was burning red, and her breathing was ragged. Half of her clothing lay scattered around her in rumpled piles, and what little she still had on was disheveled and stained.

Underneath her on the cool park grass, a huge, muscular man was pounding her pussy, one rough hand squeezing her ass while the other kneaded her breast. In addition to the man she lay on top of and the one whose dick was in her mouth, two more naked men stood to either side of her, their cocks pressing insistently into the palms of her hands. She wrapped her fingers around each dick and stroked them, taking her mouth off the man in front of her to recover for a moment. She barely had a chance to take a deep breath before her hair was grabbed and yanked roughly and the man's cock was shoved right back into her face.

She felt fingers probing and questing around her asshole, and remembered that there had been five men who had jumped her. She tried to turn her head to look, but the man whose dick she was sucking held her head firmly.

She let out a strangled cry, muffled by the dick in her mouth, as the fifth man rammed his cock into her ass. She squeezed her eyes shut, tears of pain leaking out between her eyelids, as the intruder's dick forced its way as far up her asshole as it would go.

The guy she was sucking came in her mouth; she nearly choked on his seed as he slowly pulled away. She gagged and spat cum all over the ground. One of the two men forcing her to give them handjobs stepped in front of her and shoved his dick in her mouth before she could even finish spitting out all of the first guy's cum. She moaned a protest around him, but didn't have any strength or will to protest because of the two guys fucking her. The guy underneath her was going balls-deep with every thrust and pounding her hard enough to make her body jerk and jump, which pushed her against the guy doing her in the butt, forcing her to take him deeper and deeper each time...

The guy she was still stroking off with her hand came all over her face and hair. She got some of it in her eye. She wanted to wipe it off, but both of her hands were nasty.

The second guy came in her mouth right as the guy fucking her in the ass pounded her so deep she tried to cry out. Her mouth, throat, and nose burned as, somehow, the cum got up in her sinuses and came out her nose. She coughed, spluttered, and sneezed, spraying cum everywhere.

The guy under her let out a series of fast, short grunts and then jerked once, twice, three times as he exploded inside her, filling her up with unwanted seed. She cried out in panic, alarm, and unwanted pleasure. The one fucking her in the ass came not long after that, then pulled out. Zap rolled over on the grass, cum drooling out of her ass and pussy and pooling under her.

While she panted and gasped and tried to recover any energy at all, each of the five men took turns squatting on her chest and fucking her tits, covering her face and chest with even more cum. All Zap could do was lie there and keep taking it, face turned away so she wouldn't have to look into their ugly, lust-filled faces...

* * * * *

"And that's why I didn't finish my essay!" Zap said proudly and with confidence, looking at her teacher with a cheerful, winning grin.

The entire class, even those who were usually too bored and disaffected to bother paying attention, were staring at her with reactions ranging from shock to horror to disbelief to embarrassment to perverse lust and everything in between.

The teacher, a balding middle-aged man, blinked owlishly at her, his mouth working soundlessly as he struggled to process what he'd just heard. "Ahem," he said after a long moment, "Well." He adjusted his glasses. "I have to admit, in all the years I've been teaching at this school, that's the most...err...creative excuse a student has ever given me for not doing their homework. It's a shame you didn't put as much effort into the assignment as you did your excuse, but..." He shuffled some papers. "I'll overlook it this time. Now, continuing from yesterday's lesson..."

"Yes! Nailed it!" Zap cheered to herself, pumping a fist as she sat down.

In the seat next to her, Sugarcoat crossed her arms and frowned disdainfully. "There's something wrong with you," she said flatly.

Naughty Tricks

A mostly male audience sits in a chilly, dimly lit auditorium, awaiting the start of the evening's entertainment. The hardwood stage above is lit by a row of soft white lights set into the front of the stage and two narrow blue spotlights up in the rafters. Dark purple curtains hang behind the stage; matching curtains are held open at the front. Presently, the stage is empty.

The lights in the audience section dim, and the two spotlights on stage cut out, replaced by a single, bright lavender spotlight shining on center stage. From offstage, a drumroll begins.

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be amazed!" a female voice echoes out into the audience.

A flash of blue fire and colorful sparks erupts in the center of the stage. A cloud of glittery blue smoke rapidly expands upward and outward from the flashpoint. After several seconds, the smoke clears to reveal a young woman with light blue skin and long, wavy platinum hair. She's wearing a backless navy blue corset teddy that emphasizes her modest but alluring bust, with matching high-heeled shoes, as well as a tuxedo collar with a black bowtie, buttoned white sleeve cuffs, and a navy blue top hat with a powder blue band.

Offering the audience a dazzling smile, she sweeps the hat from her head and holds it aloft; several doves explode from the hat, flying up into the rafters.

"Witness the show-stopping, awe-inspiring magic of THE GRRRREAT! AND POWERFUL! TRRRRRRRIXIE!!"

Showers of sparks explode from the edges of the stage as spotlights in various colors swim around and a musical fanfare plays. The audience applauds politely.

"Please give a round of applause for Trixie's assistant—" Trixie pulls a large blue satin sheet out of her hat and tosses it into the air. She then reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a slim black magic wand. As the sheet falls, one well-manicured blue hand reaches out and snatches it, then whips it around her body in a flash of fabric. The hand holding the wand curves up and waves.

The sheet falls away, revealing a tall, broad-shouldered, well-muscled man with deep bronze skin, smoldering grey eyes, and long, windswept black hair. He's dressed in a loose pair of black silk pants, suede boots, and an open white poet shirt which bares his oiled chest. Trixie steps out from behind him and waves her hand at him in a grand, sweeping gesture. "—the handsome and incomparable Iznabadda!" Trixie lays a hand on Iznabadda's muscular chest and leans up, giving him a light kiss on the lips. "And now, thrill and DELIGHT as Trixie begins with a dazzling illusion!" She turns to Iznabadda. "Iznabadda...the box, if you please."

Iznabadda walks stage left, returning a moment later with a tall blue box on wheels, decorated in sparkly stars and moons.

"Watch and be amazed as the GREAT and POWERFUL TRRRRRIXIE! makes her stunning assistant...DISAPPEAR!" Trixie throws her arms wide and high, sending a shower of playing cards into the air, which rain down on the stage. "Iznabadda, into the box, if you please."

Iznabadda opens the front panel of the box and steps aside, gesturing with his arm to show the audience that the box is empty. He then steps into it, ducking slightly. Trixie closes the box, spins it around three times, then covers it with the satin sheet. "And now, Trixie will say the magic words:"

Trixie clears her throat, takes a deep breath, and kicks the box with her right foot.

"YOU'D BETTER NOT BE IN THIS THING WHEN I OPEN IT OR YOU'RE FIRED!"

The audience laughs.

Trixie bows, taps the top of the box with her wand, then strips the sheet away. "And...VOILA!" she cries as she opens the box with a flourish, stepping aside.

The audience erupts in snickers and cat-calls.

Iznabadda has...mostly disappeared. Except for a large, disembodied, rock-hard cock that's hanging disconcertingly in mid-air at around waist level.

Trixie blinks comically, peers into the box, and facepalms. "Oh dear," she says. "It would appear Trixie's magic box just isn't powerful enough to make all of Iznabadda disappear." She turns to the crowd and grins. "But never fear! Trixie has other ways of making things disappear."

Trixie taps the top of the box with her wand. The top drops open and the sides fold down; she steps out of the way as the entire box falls flat against the stage. A bright white spotlight trains itself on the open box and the floating dick. Trixie smiles winningly at the audience, then kneels down in the center of the box and wraps one hand around Iznabadda's disembodied cock. The audience cheers wildly as she lolls out her tongue and swirls it around the twitching tip, then slowly, deliberately takes the length of her assistant's "magic wand" into her mouth. For several minutes, Trixie sucks, licks, and strokes the floating cock, moaning and grunting as she works. The audience cheers her on, making lewd suggestions about removing her clothes. More than one patron asks if she's taking volunteers.

Iznabadda finally comes; strands of jizz cling to Trixie's hair and face, with some splashing on her chest just above her breasts. Trixie rocks back on her heels, panting.

The invisible dick still hangs there, limp and wet.

Trixie stands up, rubbing her chin with her hand. "Hmm," she says. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, it would appear my assistant simply refuses to cooperate tonight. I suppose if Trixie wishes to complete her illusion, she will have to resort to her most powerful and mysterious magic!"

The box reassembles itself, then tips slowly over onto the side. Trixie picks up her wand and taps the box twice, and it unfolds into a table with the flapping dick hanging in midair above it.

Another drumroll sounds from offstage as Trixie stands in front of the table. "And now," she says grandly, "you will witness the full, unbridled, show-stopping talent of TRRRRIXIE!"

With a flourish, she pushes down the top of her corset, allowing her breasts to bounce free. She then unhooks the hidden closure in the crotch, spreading it open and folding it back to bare her sex. The audience hoots and claps wildly. Trixie takes a bow, then levers herself up onto the table and straddles the invisible Iznabadda, seizing his cock with one hand and stroking it. Slowly, it rises to attention. With a smile, Trixie slides forward, rubbing her slit against the stiffening mast. Once it has returned to its full, rock-hard glory, she steadies herself and takes it inside her, arching her back as she thrusts her hips forward and down.

The table slowly rotates as Trixie fucks her invisible assistant, moaning as she kneads her breasts. Over and over again, she bears down on him, groaning and moaning low. With the table rotating, the audience gets to see Trixie's spectacularly trim, toned, sexy body from every angle as she bucks, thrusts, and grinds, faster and faster, harder and harder. Her moans become loud, harsh cries of rapture.

"YES! YES! TRIXIE IS COMING! AAAAAH!!"

A dozen doves explode out of Trixie's pussy as angelic harp music fills the auditorium. She sags forward against empty air, then slowly dismounts the table, standing beside it with her own love juices coating her thighs and sex.

Except for a sheen of slick moisture, Iznabadda's dick has finally vanished.

"VOILA!" Trixie exclaims, throwing her hands high and wide, causing her breasts to bounce fetchingly. The audience claps and cheers. "Thank you, thank you! You have been a spectacular audience!" Trixie takes a deep bow, her eyes and broad smile never leaving her fans. "The Great and Powerful Trixie bids you adieu!" With that, Trixie places her hat atop her head and taps it with her wand. A great puff of glittery smoke erupts; when it clears, Trixie is gone, leaving nothing but her costume hanging in midair. After several seconds, the empty garments fall to the stage. The lights go out, and the curtain falls.

Rainbow Dash's Daring Détente

Author's Note

(This chapter contains bondage and roleplay.)

Rainbow Dash's Daring Détente

Her cargo shorts lay in a heap across the room, next to her hiking boots. Her khaki top was unbuttoned, exposing a long band of smooth blue skin, broken only by rough, braided rope.

She squirmed slightly, causing the stiff-backed, armless wooden chair to which she was tied to wobble. Her arms were bound securely to the back of the chair; her wrists were tied together, and an extra layer of rope around her midriff secured her firmly to the chair. Only her legs were left unbound; her bare blue feet kicked out ineffectually as she wriggled in place. From beneath the brim of her pith helmet, rose-hued eyes glowered at her captor and tormentor. A white cloth gag tied around her mouth muffled the sounds of protest she made.

The man's sharp blue eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail: her toned legs, the plain cotton panties she wore, the faint hint of a six-pack, largely covered by the ropes binding her, the swell of modest breasts, tantalizingly hidden by her unbuttoned shirt, her angry rose eyes, and her long, rainbow-colored hair. He licked his lips and ran a hand over his stubbled chin.

He wore an off-white suit with the jacket mostly unbuttoned. The white dress shirt he wore underneath was unbuttoned at the collar; he sported a polka-dotted red neckerchief. His medium-length, shaggy black hair was shot through with an ash grey streak and topped with a white fedora.

"At long last," he said, licking his lips, "I finally have you right where I want you, Miss Do."

She growled out something loud and angry behind her gag and thrashed. He chuckled.

"Struggling will not avail you, Daring Do. You are at my mercy, and I will take my time to...savor this victorious occasion."

She rolled her eyes and flicked a foot at him, then tilted her head to the left twice. Blinking, he reached down and untied her gag.

"Do the accent! You're supposed to do the accent!" Rainbow Dash said irritably.

Quibble Pants snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, no. Me trying to fake that horrible accent? We'd both be laughing too hard to really enjoy this."

Rainbow sighed. "Okay, fine. Put the gag back on and let's keep going."

Quibble nodded and tied the gag back around Rainbow's mouth; she resumed her fruitless squirming. With a dark chuckle, he leaned in and caressed her cheek, then let his hand trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and down her chest. "Exquisite," he purred as he peeled her shirt away from her left breast, exposing a pert mound with a ripe, succulent blueberry nipple. He seized her breast in a rough burnt-orange hand and kneaded it, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Rainbow drew in a deep, hitching breath, squeezing her thighs together. With a smirk, Quibble uncovered her other breast. Cupping both in his hands, he spent several long minutes playing with them. "At last," he said. "This...this is the true treasure I've sought in all our years of cat and mouse, Daring Do."

"MMPH!" Rainbow cried out, thrashing madly. Quibble laughed and slapped her once, then crouched down and ran his hands over her supple blue thighs. Smirking up at her, he trailed his fingers up to her crotch. Rainbow whimpered; Quibble pressed a fingertip against the crotch of her panties and stroked firmly, pressing the fabric into the warm flesh of her sex. Rainbow's feet flailed out to the sides. The chair thumped as she tried to arch her back. He continued to rub circles in the cloth, wedging it into the crease of her pussy.

"I can feel your heat, Miss Do," Quibble said. "Oh? I do believe you're becoming rather wet."

Indeed, Rainbow's panties were growing damp; the wetness soaked through the cheap cotton, coating Quibble's fingertips. Rainbow whimpered as he spent a few more minutes probing her slit through her damp panties.

Finally, Quibble lifted Rainbow's butt off the seat of the chair and slowly, laboriously peeled off her damp panties, exposing her glistening, flushed sex, swollen mound, and sparse multi-hued pubes. "Ah, and here we have the greatest treasure of all," he purred as he tossed her panties aside.

Rainbow finally managed to work her gag free. "You'll pay for this, Caballeron!"

"That's DOCTOR Caballeron!" Quibble thundered, jabbing a finger into Rainbow's exposed clit. She squealed and thrashed wildly. Glaring up at Rainbow, Quibble salaciously pried open her outer lips, thrusting an index finger deep into the folds of her pussy. He curled his finger inward and slowly scraped along her inner walls, drawing a sharp hiss from her.

"Yesssssss," Quibble said in a low, menacing whisper. "Everything that is yours will soon be mine, Daring Do."

"N-no," Rainbow whimpered as Quibble fingered her pussy. She bowed her head, closing her eyes. Her cheeks burned as gasps and whimpers issued from her lips. Her sex squelched and smacked and slurped as Quibble's middle finger joined his index finger in exploring her. Her hips bucked, shaking the chair with every sharp thrust of digits into tender flesh. A stain spread across the upholstered chair cushion as Rainbow's arousal issued forth from her body in sticky-slick rivulets.

"Hmm," Quibble murmured after long, sensual minutes of fingering Rainbow's slit. "It would seem your treasure is hidden behind an ingeniously complex lock. Luckily for me..." He stood and stepped back, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. "I happen to possess the key—"

Rainbow started snickering. "S-seriously?!" she choked out.

Quibble's cheeks flushed. "H-hey!" he cried. "YOU try keeping up this weird cosplay fantasy and staying in character! I mean, A.K. Yearling's been writing Caballeron so badly lately! His dialogue is...it's just so...so corny!"

"Yeah yeah," Rainbow said, chuckling and rolling her eyes. "Whatever. Are you gonna plunder my treasure or what?"

Grumbling, Quibble tugged off his boxers and kicked out of them along with his pants. His mostly-stiff cock drew Rainbow's attention, and she took a deep, shuddering breath.

"And now," Quibble purred, getting back into character as he advanced on Rainbow, "you are mine, Daring Do." Bracing the chair against the foot of the bed with his knees and cupping his hands around Rainbow's rear, Quibble prodded the tip of his dick against her eager sex.

Rainbow gasped as she squirmed frantically. "Caballeron, I swear you'll paaaAAAAAY!"

Quibble thrust sharply into Rainbow; the legs of the tilted chair scraped against the floor as he pounded into her. Rainbow cried out and bucked against him, the ropes digging painfully into her abdomen and arms as they strained against her body's motions. Quibble grunted, both from the exertion of sex and from the uncomfortable feeling of the chair's front legs digging into his legs. It was hardly the most ideal sexual position, but untying and retying all those ropes would take far too long, and then they'd have to start the entire game all over...

"H-harder," Rainbow grunted. Quibble obliged, pounding deeper into her, his balls slapping against her flesh. Her entire body rocked, her pert breasts bobbing and swaying with each thrust.

"You know," Quibble said, "this is supposed to be Caballeron raping Daring Do. I don't think Daring would say to go...nngh!...harder in this—"

"Seriously?" Rainbow snapped, gritting her teeth. "You're getting pussy at a convention, probably the best pussy you'll ever get, and you're nitpicking my roleplay?"

Quibble paused. "W-well...! It's just...! It's, you know, the principle of—"

"Just shut up and fuck me," Rainbow growled.

"Y-yes ma'am." Quibble thrust into Rainbow again; her neck arched back and she groaned.

To Rainbow's disappointment, Quibble didn't last long; after only a few short minutes, he abruptly pulled out and came all over her. As she sagged against the chair, which fell to the floor with a jolt as he backed away from it, Quibble coughed. "W-well then, Daring Do. It would appear that I have proven, once and for all, which of us is—"

The door lock clicked, and the door swung open. "Hey Rainbow Dash, I just wanted to thank you a...gain..."

Quibble and Rainbow froze, slowly turning to stare at the door.

Daring Do stood there. A keycard fell from numb fingers. She stared at them, slack-jawed. "What...the..."

"Uhh...hey, Daring!" Rainbow said weakly. "Uhh...heh...so, this...this is totally not—"

Daring held up a hand to stall her. "Don't even go there," she said. "Either this is exactly what it looks like, or it's even worse than it looks. Either way," she said with a disgusted grimace, "this is exactly why I avoid these conventions." Shaking her head, she turned and closed the door behind her.

A long silence fell.

"Gave her an extra key to your room?" Quibble asked.

"Heheh...y-yeah..."

"Didn't text her to say not to drop by for a bit?"

"No. No, I did not."

"Why am I not surprised."

Shining Obstacle

Author's Note

(This chapter contains incest.)

Shining Obstacle

"I said no, Twiley, and that's final."

Twilight Sparkle stared at her brother, her mouth agape. "But..." she protested. "It's really not up to you," she said. "I mean, it's my choice, if I want to transfer to CHS—"

"Actually," Shining Armor said, "Mom and Dad put me in charge of your education. They want what's best for you. I want what's best for you. And what's best for you is the Everton Independent Study Program." He frowned. "I'm sure Principal Cinch will be more than happy to—"

"UGH!" Twilight yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. "I don't care what Principal Cinch does or doesn't do anymore!"

Shining Armor winced. "Okay, yeah, my bad," he said. "Still, you have to understand, Twiley. We only want what's best for you. What's best for you is either Crystal Prep or Everton." He frowned. "CHS is a loser school. You're better than that."

"It is not a loser school!" Twilight yelled, stamping a foot.

"My mind's made up!" Shining Armor retorted. "Get used to it. You're staying at Crystal Prep. Or going to Everton." He tried to smile reassuringly. "You'll understand one day, Twiley. You'll see. I'm only doing what's best for you."

Twilight crossed her arms and frowned. "You don't know anything about what's best for me," she huffed. "I'll just have to call Mom and Dad—"

"I've already talked to them," Shining Armor said. "They'll go along with whatever I decide."

Twilight's jaw dropped. "UGH!" she groaned again. "You are IMPOSSIBLE!"

"I'm your brother," Shining Armor said. "It's my job to be impossible. It's for your own good."

Twilight stared at him, the soft flourescent glow of the living room's wall sconces reflecting off her glasses, not completely obscuring the hurt and disbelief in her eyes. Shining Armor stared resolutely back, the stare of a man absolutely certain in his convictions. Both adopted stiff-backed, folded-arm postures.

After almost a full minute of unblinking, unflinching staring, Twilight relaxed her posture, a slow smirk crossing her face. "You know," she said, "maybe we can make a trade. I give you something you want, you give me what I want."

Shining Armor rolled his eyes and scoffed. "This isn't Monopoly, Twiley," he said. "We're talking about your future here. Don't be childish about this."

Twilight put her hands behind her back and smiled at Shining Armor. "How about this," she said. "Let me make my offer. If it's...satisfactory...you agree to let me transfer to CHS without being a big mule about it."

Shining Armor frowned, chewing on the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "Alright, I'll play along," he decided at length, "but my answer's gonna be the same no matter what."

Twilight smirked. "We'll see about that," she said. Smoothing her skirt, she moved directly in front of him and knelt down. Looking up at him with her liquid purple eyes, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and unzipped his fly.

Shining Armor stared down at her. "T-Twilight?" he said nervously. "Wh-what are you—"

A moment's work freed Shining Armor's dick from his tighty whities. Twilight smiled saucily up at him as she ran her fingers through his coarse pubic hair, then gently cupped his balls in one hand and caressed them. Shining Armor drew in a sharp hissing breath. Twilight moved her hand up to his member and wrapped her hand around it, giving it a long, slow stroke. It began to firm up in her grasp.

Never taking her eyes off her brother's face, Twilight lolled out her tongue and swirled it around the head of his dick, kneading the length with her soft, slender fingers. Shining Armor gasped; his manhood filled out more, stiffening in Twilight's hand.

"Mmm," Twilight said. "You do want this." She gave the vein along his length a slow lick, then leaned back on her heels. "Let me make it better for you," she said. She began unbuttoning her vest, then her blouse, spreading them open to reveal her eggshell bra. Reaching behind her back, she unhooked it; a minute later, her vest, blouse, and bra lay beside her in a pile on the floor. She cupped her round, supple breasts with her hands, then released them, letting them bounce fetchingly. Her nipples stood proudly, demanding attention as she watched Shining Armor's reaction.

Shining Armor licked his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His eyes were wide, and his face was flushed and sweaty. "Twiley," he said hoarsely, "why are you—"

"Shh," Twilight said as she leaned forward again. Shining Armor's dick was fully erect now; she seized the base of it in one hand as she slowly, sensually licked his head, then parted her lips wide and took him into her mouth.

Shining Armor gasped as Twilight's lips caressed his manhood, her tongue covering every inch of it with slick saliva. She moaned quietly as she sucked him, her eyes rolled up to watch his face. Her breasts bobbed and swayed as she put her entire upper body into her work, stroking his cock with long, steady motions as she sucked and slurped and grunted and moaned.

"T-Twiley," Shining Armor whispered. Without thinking, he cupped his hands around the back of her head and thrust into her mouth. She moaned and picked up speed, putting more pressure on him with her lips and tongue as she squeezed the base of his cock harder. "Nghh...!" Shining Armor grunted. "Oh god...Twiley, I'm gonna—"

With a sudden sharp jerk, Shining Armor spurted into the back of Twilight's throat. She pulled back reflexively; as his dick popped out of her mouth with a wet sound and a splatter of saliva, a second spurt of cum sprayed across her face, followed by a third which mostly landed on her chest.

As Shining Armor's dick fell limp and he panted for breath, Twilight took her glasses cleaning kit out of her skirt pocket, removed her glasses, and idly began cleaning off the cum splatter. "So?" she asked calmly. "Do I get my transfer?"

"Y-yeah," Shining Armor said raggedly. "Yeah." Stepping away from Twilight, he looked down at her, face flushed and eyes wide. "I...I never expected something like that from you," he said.

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Well I do spend half my life on the Internet," she said. "I've learned a few things." She stood up and stretched, thrusting her chest forward. "I think I'll save the rest of what I've learned for when you decide to be a jerk about what college I want to go to." With a smile, she swept up her clothes and skipped off to her room.

The Dark Side of Candy Apples

Author's Note

Special Note: This chapter is based on Equestria Girls: Applejack's Secret by Phantom Shadow. I strongly recommend reading that story if you haven't.

This chapter contains uncomfortable situations, coercion, and prostitution.

The Dark Side of Candy Apples

In the next town over from Canterlot, there's a club called The Dark Side. As strip clubs go, it's perhaps not as seedy as most, though it certainly earned its notoriety with its blue and white neon lights, catwalk, stripper poles, hazy atmosphere, and clientele of drunken men of all ages. By far the shadiest thing about The Dark Side, some might say, is the owner's no-questions, no-principles hiring policy for dancers. By no means are the dancers at The Dark Side treated unfairly, and the manager genuinely cares about the well-being of his dancers, but the word "predatory" would not be inaccurate in describing the hiring of many of the girls who passed through the back doors of The Dark Side and left their innocence on its neon catwalk.

Every so often, a girl from Canterlot, in need of money for one reason or another and short on prospects, would find herself making the long drive over to the next town, to that seamy little strip club, praying nobody back home ever found out.

What the girls who made the trip from Canterlot to dance at The Dark Side never took into account was the possibility that men from Canterlot would also make the long driver over to the next town, so they could relax and enjoy a night at the strip club without worrying about being recognized in the crowd. Doctors, city politicians, community leaders, men with reputations to protect...

Even teachers.

* * * * *

"Please welcome...CANDY APPLES!"

Applejack sauntered onto the stage, wearing a candy apple red pleather skirt that barely went past her crotch, a sheer red and white sleeveless silk spaghetti-strap tank top over a bright red strapless bra, and spike-heeled red mid-calf boots. Her hair was restyled into a silky plait, and glittery powder dusted her shoulders and upper arms. Her trademark Stetson rested atop her head; more than once, she had considered the idea of leaving it in the dressing room and not wearing it out on stage, but she always seemed to end up wearing it no matter what. She plastered the most seductive yet coy smile on her face she could manage as she gyrated the way she'd been taught by the more seasoned dancers, swinging her hips wide and letting her ass hang off the edge of the stage, tantalizingly close to the nearest tables.

The honest, strong, hardworking farm girl Applejack would never do anything like this, and would die of humiliation if anybody she knew saw her bouncing her barely-covered butt over the heads of half-drunk, horny men.

In order to make it through each weekend of 'work', she had to leave Applejack behind in the dressing room. The girl on stage was Candy Apples, and Candy Apples put everything she had into her lascivious performance.

Candy Apples squatted low, using her powerful thigh muscles to undulate her body in time to the beat of the music. Her smoldering green eyes passing over the audience without really seeing them as she slid her hands underneath her tank top, running them up and down her muscular midriff. Strutting to the end of the catwalk, she leaned low and forward, letting her cleavage spill enticingly out for the men to see, before leaning back and slowly, teasingly pulling the tank top off over her head and dropping it to the stage. She bent low and swayed her body back and forth; her bra pushed her modest, pert breasts up and forward, and they jiggled enticingly with each swing of her torso.

Candy Apples slowly raised one leg straight up, pointing her toes at the ceiling, giving the men nearest the stage a superb view of the red G-string that just barely covered her sex. She held the pose for a long moment before slowly bringing her leg back down, then unfastening her skirt and letting it fall gently to the stage. She kicked it somewhere behind her, then ran her hands down her hips sensually before thrashing around wildly, her thighs, ass, and breasts jiggling and shaking as she danced from one end of the catwalk to the other. She wrapped herself around one of the poles and half-climbed, half-humped it, giving it a sultry lick and tossing her head back, closing her eyes in pretend ecstasy. After several long seconds, she let go of the pole and sauntered back to center stage, where she turned slowly in place as she reached up to the loose knot holding her bra together and undid it. Catching the silk cups before they could fall, she swayed slowly in place, letting the suspense build before pulling it away and baring her pert breasts and stiff nipples. As the men whooped and hollered, she thrust her pelvis, making her tits bounce and bobble for her fans. After a minute of this, she strutted down to the end of the catwalk and squatted low, bouncing her ass just inches above the stage. Money rained onto the stage around her feet; she stepped off the stage onto the closest table and shook her ass in the faces of the men there. Rough hands shoved money into her G-string. Flashing them a smile and a wink, she moved on to the next table, where more money was waving in the air. She started to go into her usual squat when a face at the table tripped an alarm in her head.

In an instant, Candy Apples was Applejack again, and Applejack was petrified.

Less than six inches from her barely-covered crotch sat Quibble Pants, her third period Literature teacher. A sheen of sweat covered his burnt-amber face, and his grey-streaked dark hair was mussed. Their eyes locked, and Quibble Pants swallowed heavily. He fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a pad of sticky notes and a pen, then scribbled something on the topmost note. His eyes meeting hers again, he tore it off and stuck it to a hundred dollar bill, which he then fumbled into her G-string.

Catcalls from the crowd reminded her of where she was, and Applejack was Candy Apples again. Candy Apples climbed back up onto the stage and went into her finale prematurely, then collected her clothes and some of the loose money and retreated to the dressing room.

Numbly, distractedly, she collected all the money from her G-string, counting it without really paying attention. She reached the sticky note attached to a hundred dollar bill (a HUNDRED!! her mind shouted in disbelief) and read it apprehensively.

Meet me in the VIP room.

"Whoa nelly," Applejack muttered. Trembling, she got dressed—not in her street clothes, but in her dancing costume—and stalked down the hall and around to the side corridor where the private dancing rooms lurked. She'd only been in the VIP Room twice, and it always made her a little uncomfortable. Some of the more experienced girls talked of the extra things they'd offer for the right money, if they liked the cut of the client's jib, but in the three months to date she'd worked at The Dark Side, the only time Applejack had let things go too far was when she'd let a man play with her tits for an extra fifty. That had been the low point of her personal low point, but she ultimately decided it was something she could live with.

But now, one of her teachers—one of her teachers—knew she was a stripper, had had her near-naked body inches from his face. Shame and embarrassment burned through her.

*Well, it's been a good life...*

Taking a deep, shaky breath to steady herself, Applejack walked into the VIP room.

Quibble Pants sat on the large white leather couch at the back of the room, nursing a Scotch from the private bar. Applejack closed and locked the door, then walked over to him, her head bowed and her posture meek. "Umm...hi, Mr. QP," she said quietly.

"Applejack," Quibble Pants said. He set his Scotch down. "You know, you're probably the last girl I would've expected to run into in a place like this."

Applejack rubbed one arm. "Y-yeah," she said. "Ah...it's..." She sighed. "It's a long story, an' Ah...Ah jes'..."

Quibble Pants held up a hand. "Don't need to hear it," he said. "I'm guessing it's the usual story. Bad harvest, can't pay the bills, needed the money, all the trite little afterschool special stories girls your age have whenever they get caught working in a place like this." He shook his head.

Applejack grimaced. "Yeah," she said. She tried to meet his gaze, but couldn't. "Ah...Ah guess you're gonna turn me in, huh?"

Quibble Pants snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm gonna walk right up to Principal Celestia, my boss, and tell her one of her students is a stripper in a club in Trotsdale. 'And how do you know that?'" he said in a sarcastic mimicry of Celestia's voice. "Well, attractive, strong, positive role model female boss," he continued in his usual tone, "I was over there Saturday night shoving dollar bills in strippers' G-strings and got a nice faceful of Applejack's beautiful country ass!" He shook his head. "Yeah, that'd end well." He patted the seat next to him; Applejack furrowed her brow and frowned, but sat down. He filled a small glass partway with Scotch and handed it to her; Applejack wrinkled her nose at it, but took a swallow, nearly coughing as it burned its way down.

"The truth is at least you probably have a good reason to be here," Quibble Pants said. "Me, well..." He chuckled. "I just shoved a C-note in a high school girl's G-string."

Applejack blanched. "Yeah, umm...thanks, but...Ah don't feel right keepin'—"

"No, it's yours," Quibble Pants said. "I mean, I called you to the VIP room, I paid for an hour in here..."

Applejack blinked. "An hour? How in th' hell do you have that kind of money on a teacher's salary?"

Quibble Pants shrugged. "I'm set," he said. "Honestly, I don't even need to work. I just do it to kill time. I've only been married once..." He gave a wry snort. "That ended in divorce." He sighed. "The truth? I'm a lonely, bitter guy and I find too much fault with everyone and everything around me to have any real relationships. I don't even have any friends, really." He shook his head and poured himself another drink. "And then every day for eight hours a day I teach classes full of hot teenage girls that make me wish I was fifteen years younger, you know? Like you and your friends." He snorted. "So once or twice a month I come to the club to get my rocks off."

Applejack gulped the rest of her drink. "So you teach high school just to ogle high school girls?"

"No, I teach high school because it gives me something to do," Quibble Pants said. "The high school girls are a perk. Or an endless torment, depending on how you look at it." He set his glass down, then tipped his head back against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. "You know, I always had this fantasy of running into one of my students here. I'd picture Sunset Shimmer or Rainbow Dash up on that catwalk, doing what you were doing tonight..."

Applejack gritted her teeth.

"But you! Oh, man," Quibble Pants went on, looking at Applejack. "I don't know where you've been hiding all that raw sexual energy, but I've never been so turned on in my life!" He sucked in air between his teeth. "And...that brings us to why we're in the VIP room."

Applejack frowned. "Ah thought it was so we could talk about, y'know...me bein' a stripper."

Quibble Pants snorted. "Please. I may be well off, but I'm not gonna shell out that kind of money just to talk." He shifted around, turning to face her squarely. "I want you, Applejack. I want you so bad I can taste you. That ripe, juicy ass, those hot tits. Everything you were shaking in my face out there, I want...I want more of it. I want all of it."

Applejack blinked, stunned. "Say whut now?"

"Have you worked the VIP room before, Applejack?"

She grimaced. "Some," she admitted. "Ain't really done much back here. Let a guy feel me up one time, that's about it."

Quibble Pants glanced at his watch as he pulled a roll of bills out his pocket. "We've got forty-five minutes," he said. He tugged at the front of Applejack's tank top and tucked the roll of bills into her cleavage, then put his hand on her thigh, slowly stroking it. "Just count that up...tell me how far you're willing to go."

Applejack frowned at the intimate contact. Certainly, it was no worse than she'd been groped or touched before, and offering a little extra service for more money in the VIP room was part of the trade, but so far it was a part of the trade she'd been loathe to succumb to.

She may be a stripper, but she refused to become a whore.

Still, conflicting thoughts tumbled through her mind. This was her teacher, and he'd just outed himself as an amoral creep. He also had the power to do a variety of damage to her personal and social life if he so chose.

She had the power to get him fired if she so chose.

From the sound of things, it wouldn't even inconvenience him.

As she mulled all this over, she pulled the wad of bills out of her cleavage and counted it. Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped.

This...! This much would keep all the bills paid for two whole months!

Swallowing, Applejack put the money on the end of the couch, then handed Quibble her glass. "Pour me another," she said. "Then we'll see."

After a second Scotch, Applejack stood up, letting her Candy Apples persona take over. She took her hat off and put it on Quibble's head, then leaned low over him, giving him her most sultry smile. "So what do you want first?" she asked. "A lapdance?"

"Actually, I was hoping for something a little more...personal," Quibble said. "Like, you, naked, in my lap. Leave your boots on."

"Alright," Applejack said huskily, her voice barely catching. She took her time taking off her clothes, hesitating when she got to her G-string. Taking a deep, bracing breath, she shed it, baring her sex.

Quibble sucked in a hitching breath as he studied her body, then reached out and pulled her into his lap. Applejack could feel his cock pressing into her ass through his pants as she sat; she gasped and trembled as one hand kneaded her breast and played with her nipple while the other quested at her nether folds, teasing her slit. He trailed soft kisses along her neck and shoulders as he slipped a fingertip inside her, probing her entrance. Applejack groaned softly, her hips squirming and her right foot swinging in time with the rough flicks of his finger inside her. He brushed his thumb across her clit and she hissed sharply, her entire body seizing up.

"You like that?" Quibble asked.

"Mm-hmm," Applejack grunted.

Quibble spent a few minutes fondling and fingering Applejack, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as she moaned and groaned, writhing involuntarily under his ministrations. As her sex grew wet, he slid her over onto the couch, then stood up and fumbled with his belt and fly, dropping his pants and boxers around his ankles, baring his hard, hot dick to Applejack. "Now it's your turn," he said.

Applejack stared at his member, swallowing nervously. "S-so," she said huskily, "you just want me to, uhh..."

"I think you know what to do," Quibble said.

Nodding shakily, Applejack leaned forward, wrapping one strong, callused hand around his shaft and stroking it roughly. Quibble tensed up and hissed; Applejack eased up on the pressure. As a few trickles ran down her wrist from him, she leaned closer and licked the head, then slid her hand toward the base of his shaft and took him in her mouth. Quibble grunted and groaned as Applejack's lips, tongue, and fingers worked him over. He was already so close to release that it didn't take long at all for Applejack's clumsy but earnest blowjob to bring him to the edge. With a strained grunt, he came; Applejack pulled back as the first spurt filled her mouth and ended up taking the remainder on her face and upper chest. She slumped back, wiping at her mouth and grimacing at the mess on her fingers.

Quibble got down on the floor and knelt in front of Applejack, pulling her thighs apart and leaning between them. Grabbing her ass with both hands and kneading it, he buried his mouth in her pussy and lapped at the juices trickling out of her. Applejack moaned, arching her back and thrusting her sex into his face, digging her fingernails into the back of the couch.

Quibble squeezed and kneaded Applejack's firm round ass as his tongue thrust and curled and flicked all around her slit, lapping up her wetness and working her up for more. As he ate her out, his dick rose to mast again; he reached down and fumbled through the pockets of his pants until he found a condom, then rocked back on his heels and hastily put it on.

Applejack looked down at him, watching him hesitantly. "H-hey now," she said. "You're gonna..." She took a deep breath. "You wanna...plow mah field?"

He looked up at her. "I have never given a girl as much money as I just gave you," he said. "This, you, here...this is literally the one thing I've always wanted. Maybe it wasn't necessarily you I pictured here, but..." He took a deep breath. "This...it's the forbidden fruit. You're the forbidden fruit. And now that I've gotten a taste, I want the whole apple."

"W-well..." Applejack looked at the fat wad of money on the end of the couch, then down at Quibble, his cock standing proud and wrapped for action.

She thought about Apple Bloom's phone, with the crack that ran the length of the screen.

She thought about the alternator on her truck that could die at any time.

She thought about the acre and a half of trees they had to replant because of the blight.

Applejack thought about all these things as Quibble pulled her into his lap, hooking her legs over his shoulders. As his hands grabbed hold of her ass, then moved up to her hips to steady her. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. "A-alright," she said. "Go ahead."

She braced herself, shuddering and suppressing a slight whimper as Quibble's cock entered her. She grunted, panting in short, heaving bursts, as he pumped into her over and over again. Her legs bounced on his shoulders; her breasts bobbed and swayed with every thrust. She ground her crotch into him, taking more of him in, until she could hear flesh slapping against flesh over her own breathing and his grunts.

A few minutes in, he stopped, then pulled her off, turning her over and around, pushing her up against the couch. He guided her legs until she was kneeling against the couch, her body bent over the seat and her ass high in the air. She felt his hands squeeze and grope her ass again as he shuffled around behind her. Then his cock was pounding into her again, from behind this time, and she rocked forward and backward with each thrust, grunting as her breasts were driven into the white leather beneath her. Again and again, his balls slapped against her as he hilted, making her wince and hiss and pant. "Oh god," he grunted. "Oh shit. Oh god, Applejack...fuck, you're so tight..."

Her pussy squeezed him harder, tighter, as her body reacted on its own. She felt fire dancing through nerves she didn't even know she had. Her body burned with new, lusty feelings even as her spirit cowered in shame at what she had allowed herself to become. She was vaguely aware that she was drooling on the couch, that her thighs were damp and sticky.

With a loud grunt, Quibble came, his orgasm rocking through Applejack's body like an earthquake. He pulled out and sagged back onto the floor, and Applejack slumped sideways, barely catching herself with the couch.

"That...was so amazing," Quibble breathed. "Applejack...you're the hottest fuck I've ever had."

Applejack looked back at him. "Ain't nobody here by that name, fella," she said. "Mah name's Candy Apples, an' Ah rightly appreciate your business." She forced herself to her legs, which wobbled dangerously underneath her, and scrambled around for wet wipes to clean herself up with. She hastily dressed, grabbing the roll of money, and fled the VIP room.

Once she was back in the dressing room, she allowed herself a full-body shudder, then hurriedly dressed in her regular clothes again and walked to the manager's office. She knocked on the open door and leaned in. "Hey," she said. "Somethin's come up. Ah'm not workin' tomorrow night. Ah'm headin' out now."

The manager nodded. "Alright." He gathered up a stack of bills, wrapped a rubber band around them, and handed it to her. "Here's your take for the night. Good job out there tonight," he added. "The customers really love you."

Applejack's gaze drifted in the direction of the VIP room. "Yeah, Ah reckon," she said before leaving The Dark Side, and Candy Apples, behind her for another weekend.

She'd be back, of course. Candy Apples would shake her ass and bare her tits and grind her pussy against the pole while they all cheered and hollered and stuffed money in her underwear.

But one round of selling her body in the VIP room was more than enough.

Blackout

Author's Note

This chapter depicts 18-year-old girls having sex with older men, including father-daughter incest. If you find this disturbing or unpalatable, you are advised to walk away now.

Blackout

A light, steady rain swept across Canterlot. The skies were heavy with dark clouds, and thunder rumbled faintly, creating a gentle undercurrent to the patter of rain.

In the den of Rainbow Dash's suburban home, Rainbow was adrift on a sea of papers, with Twilight Sparkle and Timber Spruce as her only companions in the metaphorical lifeboat. Every so often, the lights would flicker faintly as one of the louder rumbles of thunder rolled over the house. Rainbow had called Twilight up to ask for help with her college applications; Twilight had shown up with Timber, asking if Rainbow minded them using her den to work on Camp Everfree's finances.

Timber looked up from his phone with a grimace. "Well, I'm sure not headed back home tonight," he said. "Flash flood warning, roads out to Camp Everfree are under water."

"I think we might be stuck here overnight," Twilight added hoarsely, looking at her own phone. "I'm already coming down with something, I really don't want to get out in this rain. Umm...we won't be putting you out or anything, will we?"

"Nah, it's cool," Rainbow said. "We've got plenty of room for you guys to crash." She grimaced and flipped through a sheaf of papers, then flumped forward onto the table. "Why's this college application stuff gotta be so much work?" she complained. "I didn't have to do anything to get into CHS but show up at the front door."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but college is different," she said. "There's enrollment requirements, scholarships, transcripts..." She frowned. "Timber? Where are the tax papers from the year before last?"

"Hm? They should be in there," he said. "But why do you need them for this? What do two year old tax forms have to do with balancing the camp budget now?"

Twilight coughed, grimaced, and took a big sip of water. "Because I need to know how much of a write-off you get for donations and maintenance expenses and I need five years' worth of tax documents to estimate it as accurately as possible." She adjusted her glasses. "I think. Science is my thing, not economics." She sighed. "I think you're gonna need to bite the bullet and hire an accountant here. I honestly don't know what I'm doing."

Timber sighed. "Yeah, probably," he said. "Well, at least a couple of our alumni are accountants, I can probably get a cheaper fee." He stretched, cracking his back, and looked out the window. "Man, it's comin' down even harder," he said.

Rainbow turned to watch the rain, a tired frown on her face. "Yeah, I don't feel like doin' this shit right now," she decided. "Let's clean up this mess and deal with it later, my brain is fried."

"Works for me," Twilight said with a grimace, taking off her glasses and massaging the bridge of her nose. "I'm starting to get a headache."

Timber winced. "You don't sound so good," he said.

"Just a sore throat," Twilight said. Her voice was harsh and raspy. "Little rest, I'll be fine."

"You can use my room," Rainbow said. "Nice and quiet upstairs."

"Thanks," Twilight said, standing up and cracking a yawn. "Sorry about this," she mumbled as she shuffled off.

"It's cool, no worries," Timber said. "We'll clean up here and find something quiet to do."

As Twilight shambled upstairs, Rainbow started putting her college paperwork back in the big folder she kept it in while Timber started shuffling Camp Everfree's financial documents back into folders and cardboard boxes. "You know, I honestly didn't think you two would still be together," Rainbow said conversationally. "I mean, I figured you'd maybe have one or two dates after camp then kinda drop off each other's radars."

Timber scratched his cheek. "Well, it's not like we're a couple or anything. I mean, like you said, we..." He sighed. "We did go out a couple of times, and we texted pretty much every day for a while, but then she got busy with her stuff and I got busy with the repairs to the camp..." He shook his head. "Besides, I think we're in a better place as friends who do a little flirting every now and then, really. I don't think we'd be able to keep up a real relationship." He cleared his throat. "So, uhh...is she seeing anybody?"

"Twilight? Oh, totally. She's got like, four different boyfriends," Rainbow said cheekily. At Timber's flat, unamused expression, she snickered. "No, she isn't," she said. "I mean, unless Sunset Shimmer's gayer than I thought, but Sunset's been goin' out with Flash Sentry again, so..." Rainbow shrugged. "But honestly? That's pretty much all of us right now. I mean, not really a lot of guys at CHS I'd call boyfriend material, and we're all kinda...I mean, graduation isn't too far off, we're all dealin' with this mess, right now we're all about makin' the most of our last year, y'know?"

"Yeah," Timber said, nodding. "I remember senior year." He smiled. "So, paperwork aside, are you looking forward to college?"

"I guess," Rainbow said listlessly. "I mean, I know I gotta go, but..." She looked around the room and sighed. "Me goin' off to college means Dad's gonna have to sell the house. I don't like that. I mean, we've lived here since we moved from Cloudsdale almost ten years ago."

Timber winced. "College that expensive for you?"

"No, I've got scholarships," Rainbow said. "Thing is, Dad can't really keep this place up on his own." She cast her eyes down at the table.

Timber frowned, sensing her somber mood. "Sorry if it's a bad subject, but...your mom?"

Rainbow sighed. "She died back in my sophomore year," she said. "Fell off a ladder, broke her neck."

"Oh man," Timber said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's been hard on Dad," Rainbow said. "I had to make myself get over it fast so I could help him get over it. But sometimes, well..." She shook her head and stood up. "I'm gonna grab some snacks. Find somethin' cool to watch on TV."

A tremendous crash of thunder shook the house. The lights flickered, dimmed, then went out.

"Or not," Rainbow muttered, groaning.

* * * * *

Twilight lay on Rainbow Dash's bed, half-asleep, staring at the dark ceiling. Occasional flashes of lightning flooded the otherwise-dark room with brief bursts of strobing illumination, casting the room's contents into sharp, shadowy reliefs which, to her unaided vision, were blurs of grey and black. Her glasses lay on the bedside table next to an alarm clock which was blank and dead with the power out. Her shoes and socks were tucked neatly under Rainbow's desk chair, over which she'd hung her sweater and bow tie. She wasn't going to strip down all the way just to rest in a friend's bed, especially when she wasn't alone in the house, but she'd felt too overdressed for proper rest and relaxation.

She was half-asleep when she heard movement from the hall. She raised her head and squinted; it was too dark to really see anything, but there was definitely somebody standing in the doorway. It was too tall and broad to be Rainbow Dash. *It must be Timber checking up on me,* she decided. She let out a sleepy moan and laid back down, throwing an arm across her face.

After a moment, she felt the bed creak and shift underneath her as the weight of another body settled down at the foot. She blinked, pursing her lips. She was about to ask what was up when she felt a rough, callused hand on her bare leg, gently caressing her calf, making its way up her thigh. Her eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat. The hand moved back down the length of her leg; its owner shifted around, then pulled both of her legs across a rough lap with strong, hard muscles.

Twilight blushed furiously as he started rubbing and kneading her feet. *Oh wow. Timber's in a frisky mood.* It was the first time he'd ever touched her so wantonly. Her breath hitched in her throat as those strong hands worked their way up her legs, stroking her thighs.

*Is this his way of saying he wants to start dating again?*

He spent several moments rubbing her thighs, drawing heavy gasps from her as a hot flush slowly spread through her body. More than once, his hands went underneath her skirt, almost all the way to her panty line, before retreating to the mid-thigh area. Then, his hands crept up Twilight's body, ghosting over her skirt, to the hem of her blouse. Her breath hitched as coarse fingers slipped underneath the fabric, tracing her smooth tummy for a moment before withdrawing and fumbling with the buttons.

*Oh my gosh, this is actually happening...Timber's really doing this. And in Rainbow Dash's room, on Rainbow Dash's bed...!*

A thrill raced through Twilight's body, setting her nerves on fire. She'd never been in this situation before. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. Her lips parted and she trembled in anticipation as the last button was undone and her blouse spread open. Callused hands roamed across her stomach and chest; she let out a loud gasp as her breasts were seized and kneaded through her bra, arching her back. He slipped his hands underneath her and unhooked her bra, then lifted it away. She curled her fingers into the sheets at her side as he took hold of her breasts again, fondling and kneading, lightly pinching and tweaking her nipples.

*I wonder why he isn't saying anything. Isn't there supposed to be some kind of dialogue when you're doing this? Should I say something? Should I try to talk dirty? No...no, bad idea. I don't know the first thing about talking dirty, that's more Rainbow's thing, or Pinkie's...*

His hands slipped away from her breasts, and a moment later, they were under her skirt again, desperately kneading her thighs. Higher and higher, and now his hands were on her hips, then under her, kneading her butt through her panties. His fingertips slipped underneath the top of her panties and began to pull at them.

Panic, terror, and excitement gripped Twilight's heart.

This was one of those life-changing moments.

She could cry out now, move off the bed, stop this.

She could lie there and let him take off her panties. If that happened, there'd be no turning back. Whatever happened next, she'd be committed to it...right? At what point did a girl lose control of what happened next? What was the etiquette here? Twilight didn't know, and the window of opportunity—the chance to end this spontaneous encounter—was shrinking fast.

She took a deep breath.

She raised her hips slightly, allowing him to slowly strip off her panties.

The soft silk slid down her legs, and then was gone. His hands returned, moving from her feet up her calves, then up her thighs, under her skirt...

She cried out sharply, her voice ragged and wet, as coarse fingers probed at her sex. A thick thumb pressed into the cleft of her slit, parting the flesh and rubbing firm circles that drew hitching, panting breaths from her. His other hand went back to her chest, kneading her breast as he rubbed and teased her sex. "Oh God," she croaked, her voice rough and raspy.

He prised open her slit and shoved a finger inside her, perhaps a bit more roughly than was comfortable. There was an urgency, a neediness to his motions as he probed and quested around her love tunnel with that thick, rough finger. Twilight moaned low in her throat, arching her back, thrusting her crotch against that questing hand. She'd never felt anything like this; her body was on fire, every nerve in her sex screaming at her in ways she'd never imagined. She hissed sharply when his thumb brushed against her clit. She could feel the wet warmth flooding her sex as he added a second finger, curling the tips against her hood and pulling slightly as he thrust into her again and again. Her breasts jiggled with each panting breath, and she screwed her eyes shut tight.

After some minutes of rough, needy fingering that brought Twilight to the brink of ecstasy, he stopped and pulled his fingers out with a slurp-pop sound. Fighting down a whimper, she waited, tense. Disappointment flooded her being as she felt his weight shift, then move off the bed. *That's it? We're done?*

Then she heard the soft, muted thump of a man's cargo pants hitting the floor. Her eyes flew open wide as his weight returned to the bed and she felt his body heat, so close.

The room was pitch black, now, and without her glasses, she could barely even make out the outline of his head above hers, let alone his face. Still, as he hitched her skirt up and took hold of her thighs, spreading them apart, she knew full well what was happening, what he intended to do next.

*This is it. This is really it. Oh my gosh...I can't believe it. Timber really wants to...right here, right now...*

It was wrong. They were guests in Rainbow's house. They weren't even dating anymore! This kind of thing, she shouldn't be doing this, she wasn't ready...

The fire in her crotch said otherwise. The longing, the need that burned through her body. Desire, roused but left unfulfilled.

She took a deep breath.

"Do it," she whispered roughly.

He shifted around, and she felt the hot stiffness of his manhood against her flushed sex. He rubbed his shaft along her slit a few times, and she marveled at the girth, heat, and firmness of what she felt. *Oh my god, is that...that's going to go inside my body...!*

And then, with a slow but deliberate thrust, he entered her, and Twilight Sparkle stopped caring about anything but the huge dick inside her hot, wet pussy.

* * * * *

Timber frowned, looking up at the ceiling. "Do you hear that?"

Rainbow shrugged. "Probably just my dad. Guess he's watching porn or something, he does that sometimes."

"Uhh, Rainbow? The lights are out."

"Oh yeah."

An awkward pause. The sounds from upstairs started getting louder.

"Uhh, Rainbow?" Timber said in a confused and hesitant tone. "I've been a camp counselor long enough to know what a teenage girl getting banged sounds like."

Rainbow's brow furrowed. "Yyyeah," she said slowly. "That...definitely sounds li—" Her eyes shot open wide. "Ooooooh no. Oh crap oh crap oh CRAP!"

Timber stood up, alarmed. "Rainbow? What's going on up there? Is...is that Twilight? What's—"

"Dammit, Dad, what are you doing?!" Rainbow snarled, shooting to her feet. "When I—" She froze. A note of dread entered her voice. "He thinks it's me," she said in a dull tone.

A flash of lightning illuminated the confused, horrified look on Timber's face. "Uhh, if your dad thinks you're upstairs, then why—"

"It's their wedding anniversary," Rainbow said in a rush as she scrambled for the stairs with her phone out and lighting the way, Timber hot on her heels. "Dad's been really really depressed lately, so I—" She flushed scarlet. "I told him I'd be Mom for him tonight. But then I got caught up in all this college crap and then this storm came along and I guess I forgot and OH GOD, my dad's fucking one of my friends and..." She shook her head and charged up the stairs.

"You were gonna...with your dad?!" Timber cried.

"I'm the best daughter ever, alright? Now shut up and come on!"

* * * * *

Twilight let out moan after ragged moan as her lover pounded into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room, punctuated by his labored, desperate grunts. The rolling thunder provided the soundtrack to their passion; occasionally, a flash of lightning gave Twilight a blurry, strobing silhouette of the man passionately, desperately fucking her. She had long since wrapped her arms around him, shoving her hands up the back of his T-shirt, reveling in the firm muscles of his back, digging her fingernails into him as she bucked her hips into him, taking him as deep as she could stand into her tight, virgin pussy.

She'd heard that sex hurt, that there was some pain involved. That was certainly true; having him inside her wasn't the most comfortable feeling in the world. And yet, there was a desperation, a growing need in her own body. An urgency to be filled, to feel that hot, thick length of flesh hammer into her again and again.

It was one of the most amazing feelings she'd ever experienced.

He still hadn't spoken a word, but every once in a while, Twilight thought she felt a hot tear splash on her face. She had to be imagining that—it was probably sweat. After all, she was sweating profusely as he railed her over and over again, and his back was slick with sweat.

A bright, jangling light danced in the doorway, catching Twilight's attention. Looking past the dark blur of her lover's shoulder, she saw a blurry light swinging wildly around and became dimly aware of the pounding of feet on the hallway floor. Her eyes flew open. *Crap, Rainbow heard us and she's coming to check it out and she's gonna find me and Timber doing THIS on her bed and—*

"DAD!" Rainbow Dash yelled, her voice laced with panic. "DAD, THAT'S NOT—"

The power came back on. The harsh glare of an overhead light made Twilight wince.

The pounding of cock into her sex stopped very suddenly.

"Oh God," a male voice croaked. One that was not Timber Spruce. "Oh...oh my God, I..."

A blue blur swam into Twilight's vision. Frowning, she reached a trembling hand out to the bedside table and grabbed her glasses, shaking the stems open with practiced ease and shoving them onto her face. She found herself staring into the horrified face of Rainbow Dash's father.

She blinked. "What? Mr. Hothoof? Wha—"

Her eyes flew wide open.

*I...I just had sex...with Rainbow's dad?!*

"DAD!" Rainbow yelled. Twilight glanced over to see her standing just inside the door, looking nauseated. Behind her, Timber stared at the scene, his eyes filled with horror and anger, as well as another emotion that Twilight didn't really want to think about.

Bow shook his head and backed away from Twilight. "Oh shit," he said. "I...I'm sorry, I didn't know—" He looked from Twilight to Rainbow and back, confusion and dread written on his face. "I didn't know!"

"Dad, get AWAY from her!" Rainbow hissed. "Get off the bed! Timber, get—get out of here, Twilight doesn't need you seeing—"

Twilight's own thoughts drowned out Rainbow's frantic barking of orders to the two men. Her eyes darted around the room. Rainbow Dash was livid. Timber didn't seem to know what to do with himself. Mr. Hothoof was frozen with dread and shock. Twilight sat up, looking him up and down. Looking at his dick, glistening with her love juices even as it went limp.

She frowned as her mind struggled to piece together what was happening. A piece was missing. It didn't add up...

"Mr. Hothoof?" Twilight asked. Everything went quiet. All eyes turned to her. Twilight looked into Bow's eyes. "Umm...who did you think you were, umm..." She pushed her slipping glasses up her sweat-slick nose. "Who did you think I was?"

"Umm..." Bow went even more pale.

Rainbow's face went from anger to embarrassed shame and dread in a heartbeat. "Me," she said numbly. "He thought you were me."

Twilight blinked at that, struggling to process it. "...what?!"

Rainbow sighed and looked away, her face burning red. "It's...it's Mom and Dad's anniversary," she said. She glanced at Bow, then looked away. "I...I was gonna be Mom for him tonight. But I kinda...forgot."

"Oh," Twilight said numbly, blinking slowly. "So...you and your dad..."

"No!" Bow said, shaking his head frantically. "I mean, we're not—! We're not weird or anything! I mean..." He ducked his head. "No, it's not—"

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, no. Even before Mom died you liked to check out my tits when I started, y'know, havin' 'em." She laughed. "Of course, so did Mom." She let out a long sigh. "Awkward..."

Timber's face said what Twilight was thinking: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Bow cleared his throat. "Umm...l-look, Twilight, I...I'm sorry. Really. I...I can't make this up to you, I mean, this is so wrong and so...it's..." He sighed. "I'm a dead man, huh?"

Twilight sighed. "You didn't know," she said. "You thought...and I didn't say anything, and I thought you were, well..." She blushed. "I thought you were Timber, and...and I didn't exactly stop you..." She laughed shakily. "I mean, this is just a really awkward misunderstanding..."

"Uh, Twi?" Rainbow said. "This is...way beyond an awkward misunderstanding. My dad just fucked you in my bed, that's..." She shook her head. "How are you so calm about this?"

"I'm not," Twilight said. "I'm totally freaking out right now. I just..." She shook her head. "I don't know what I want to do now. Part of me wants to scream, part of me wants to run out of here and run all the way home in the rain, part of me wants to run to the bathroom and throw up, part of me wants to laugh out loud..." She took a deep breath, then finished, "And part of me really wants your dad to finish what he started."

Everyone blinked. "What?" Rainbow and Timber cried.

Twilight blushed, looking away with coy eyes. "Don't get me wrong, I'm kinda squicked out that I lost my virginity to your dad, but..." She inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly. "Up until I knew who was really screwing me, it was pretty amazing." She played with a strand of her hair. "And, umm...I'm kinda still...not really ready to just stop."

Timber stared at her. "Twilight?" he asked, sick with dread.

Twilight looked straight at Bow. "We were both pretty into it before the lights came back on," she said. "If...if you want to keep going, I...I think I'd be okay with that."

Bow shook his head. "N-no, I...I couldn't, it's...it's wrong..."

Twilight let out a bark of laughter. "Mr. Hothoof, you were gonna do this with your own daughter," she pointed out. "How is this any worse?"

Bow frowned, pursing his lips in thought. "Huh...good point," he said.

"Dad!" Rainbow groaned, facepalming.

"Twilight, just...no, this is—" Timber began.

Twilight glanced at him. "Oh, um...you can stay and watch," she said. "I mean, I thought I was doing it with you in the first place, so..."

Timber blushed. "Y-you mean...if I wanted to, umm...if I wanted to sleep with you, you'd—?"

"Maybe," Twilight said. "But...right now..." She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, giving Bow a coy, inviting look.

Bow's eyes roamed over her body. His dick rose to mast again. "Are...are you sure?" he asked.

Twilight nodded.

Rainbow sighed and flopped down in her desk chair. "Fine," she grumbled. She shook her head. "Shoulda known Twilight'd turn out to be freaky," she muttered under her breath. "It's always eggheads and girls like Fluttershy..."

"You know I heard that," Twilight said.

"Good, because I said it," Rainbow retorted.

"Hey, you were gonna fuck your own dad," Timber pointed out. "You're in no position to judge."

"Yeah yeah," Rainbow said dismissively, her face burning. "So...you're, um...you're really okay with us watching?"

Twilight blushed. "W-well..." She swallowed. "Y-yeah, I...I am...I think."

Bow coughed. "Umm...Twilight?" he said sheepishly. "If...if we're gonna keep going, I..." He twiddled his thumbs. "I think it'd be hotter with you on top."

Twilight blinked. "Really?"

"Oh yeah," Timber said. "Twilight's definitely an on-top kind of girl."

Twilight's head whipped around to face him. "Excuse me?"

"I...think that was a compliment?" Rainbow interpreted. She smirked. "Just roll with it."

"O-oh," Twilight said, playing with her hair. "O-okay." Bow shifted around to sit on the bed; Twilight got off the bed and, looking down at herself, took a minute to shed her rumpled clothing, blushing as she exposed her fully nude body to the room. She straddled Bow, who pulled her into position, his stiff cock throbbing against her sex. His hands placed firmly on her ass, Bow guided himself back into Twilight's pussy. She inhaled sharply, then bore down on him hard, driving his cock deep into her body.

"Whoa," Rainbow said, cheeks flaming. Timber watched, eyes wide, his own cock bulging in his pants.

As Bow began thrusting up into Twilight and she arched her back, her breasts bouncing with the motion, the lights died again. A tremendous crash of thunder shook the house.

"Aww, dammit!" Rainbow cried.

"Don't...stop, Mr. Hothoof," Twilight said, panting and grunting in the darkness. "Oh god...nggh...!"

"Well this sucks," Timber said. "Got a camp lantern or anything?"

"Out in the back shed, but it's pouring rain out there," Rainbow said with a sigh.

"Damn," Timber said. "Well, guess there's only one thing to do."

"Hmm? What—hey!" Rainbow cried, startled, as Timber pawed at her breasts through her shirt, then took hold of the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. "Who said you could—"

"If we can't watch, we might as well have our own fun," Timber said as he unhooked Rainbow's bra and slipped his hands under the loosened cups, kneading her breasts.

Rainbow rolled her eyes in the darkness. "Sure, why not," she said. She stood up and started peeling off her clothes; she heard Timber fumble with his belt and drop his pants. For a few moments, they clumsily felt at each other, with Timber blindly groping around until he found Rainbow's crotch and rubbed her flushed sex, drawing a gasp from her. Then, he bent her over the desk and pulled her ass up high, probing her slit with his cock.

"Ack!" Rainbow cried. "What happened to being on top being hot?"

"That's for Twilight," Timber said as he prodded her slit and kneaded her firm ass. "I'd rather do you like this."

"O-okay," Rainbow said. Then she hissed sharply as Timber speared her. "O-oh fff...aaaaaah...!" She grunted and braced herself with her hands, gripping the sides of the desk tightly. Her breasts rubbed against the top of her desk with each thrust, squashed by the cheap wood. Timber grunted as he hilted inside her; Rainbow grit her teeth, her breath coming in ragged gasps and short, quiet moans.

The two girls' moans, the men's grunts, and the sharp slapping of flesh on flesh filled the darkness, underscored by the steady patter of rain on the window and punctuated by rumbles of thunder.

The rain continued to fall long into the night...

* * * * *

At three in the morning, the lights finally came back on for good.

Twilight lay on her back on Rainbow's bed, half-asleep and completely spent, congealed sex fluids collected around her crotch, on her face, and on her body, her glasses askew and her hair a complete mess.

Rainbow Dash knelt in the middle of the floor, Timber and Bow standing over her. She had a cock in each hand and was stroking them, occasionally taking either her father or Timber into her mouth. They came all over her face and tits; she let their spent dicks slip from her hands and dropped to her butt on the floor.

The guys turned out to be more pent up than either girl could have bargained for, and had more stamina than Rainbow expected. They'd taken turns with each girl; after spending their loads, they would pick one girl, lay her out on the bed, and spend long minutes groping and fondling her, exploring every inch of her body. The girls, in turn, had given both men head, as well as handjobs.

Somewhere around midnight, they decided to double-team Twilight. Rainbow half-watched, half-listened (with the lights coming and going) as her dad stuffed his dick in Twilight's mouth while Timber fucked her pussy. After they finished with her, it was Rainbow's turn; to Rainbow's dismay, Timber decided he wanted to fuck her in the ass, and so she found herself sandwiched between her father and Timber Spruce, grunting and gasping and hissing in pain as they pounded her from the front and the back. Once they came, Rainbow crawled over to Twilight and flopped down on top of her, playing with her tits while she waited for her ass to stop hurting.

Now, as an exhausted Rainbow sat on the floor with fresh cum splattered all over her face, Timber and Bow staggered toward the door. "Think...I'm gonna pass out," Timber said.

"Same here," Bow said. "Oh god, I needed that..." He looked into the room, to the two weary girls, and swallowed. "Are...are you two okay?"

"Just fine, Dad," Rainbow said with a shaky, nasal laugh. "You?"

Bow sighed. "Yeah, I...I'm good," he said. "Umm...thank you. Both of you. I...I don't know...I mean..." He swallowed.

"We know," Rainbow said. "Just...don't expect that to happen again," she added. "Ever. Soon as I'm done with this college application shit, I'm finding you a girlfriend."

"...yeah," Bow agreed. "Probably a good idea." He and Timber left the room, and Rainbow sighed tiredly, flopping back onto the floor.

"You okay, Twilight?"

"I can't feel any part of my body," Twilight said listlessly. She giggled somewhat deliriously. "Some night, huh?"

Rainbow snorted. "Yeah, some night."

"Umm...let's never, ever tell the other girls about tonight. Like...ever."

"Definitely," Rainbow agreed. A pause. "Hey, Twilight?"

"Yeah?"

"You're really hot when you're getting fucked."

"Thanks...I think," Twilight said tiredly. "I think you're gonna have to burn your bed."

Rainbow fell asleep before she could think of a response.

Shadow Prey, Part 1

Author's Note

WARNING: "Shadow Prey" contains numerous depictions of sexual assault and rape. If you're not cool with that, you're advised to just skip over the "Shadow Prey" miniseries.

Shadow Prey, Part 1

"Sunset! I need some wet wipes! And hand sanitizer, lots of hand sanitizer! And do you have any bleach? I think I need some bleach!"

Sunset Shimmer and Rarity were sunbathing on a pair of beach chairs, bottles of water, suntan lotion, and assorted beach sundries scattered about them on their blankets. Sunset looked up at the frantic approach of Twilight Sparkle and blinked. Twilight's face, hair, and upper chest were splattered with white, sticky goop.

Rarity noticed it too. "Good heavens, Twilight! Did you have a mishap with your suntan lotion or something?"

"I don't think that's suntan lotion, Rarity," Sunset said. "But what is—"

"Hurry, wet wipes!" Twilight insisted breathlessly, crouching down next to her friends and frantically digging through Sunset's bag. As she did so, a long string of thick, translucent white goop dangled from her cheek, breaking and falling to land on her thigh.

"Oh my god Twilight is that cum!?" Sunset cried.

"Yeah," Twilight replied with a grimace, fishing out a container of wet wipes and, after carefully removing her glasses, viciously scrubbing her face, hands, thigh, and anywhere else the mess had touched.

"Umm...do I wanna know?" Sunset asked, turning faintly green.

Twilight plopped down on her butt on the blanket, wadding up spent wet wipes into a plastic bag before taking a bottle of hand sanitizer and furiously scrubbing herself with it. "I was reading over by the trees..."

* * * * *

It was a mild, sunny day, not too warm, with a pleasant breeze that made for a perfect afternoon to sit under the small copse of palm trees by the shore and relax with the sound of the sea and a good book. Twilight leaned against a tree, a bottled soda at her side, a book in hand, wriggling her toes in the warm, soft sand.

Absorbed as she was in her book, Twilight was slow to notice a shadow had fallen across her. Over the sound of the sea, she heard a closer sound: soft, rapid grunts of exertion. Frowning, she looked up from her book. Her eyes shrank to pinpricks.

A man was standing over her. Based on his height and musculature, she reasoned he was close to her own age, maybe in college. He had on a mask, and his trunks were down around his ankles. His dick was in his hand, and he was stroking furiously. A few feet away, another masked man in board shorts had his phone out and pointed right at Twilight. "What are you—"

Before Twilight had a chance to process the situation or ask the two men what they were doing or react in any logical way, the masturbating man's cock convulsed and erupted—once, twice, and again—shooting his load all over Twilight's face, hair, and chest. "GAH!" she cried, alarmed and disgusted. "What the—HEY!"

The man quickly pulled up his shorts and ran, his partner hot on his heels. "HEY! HELP! STOP THOSE GUYS!" Twilight yelled. But the copse where she was reading was on an isolated strand of the beach—there was a reason she'd sought its solace for reading and relaxing—and there was nobody in earshot. Nobody had witnessed the disgusting assault on her person.

"Oh my god, why," Twilight moaned, snapping her book shut and tossing it aside. She hadn't even brought a towel with her out to the trees—just her book and a drink. Sighing, she stood up and headed back for the main beach, hoping she could get herself cleaned up before too many people saw her covered in some random guy's jizz.

* * * * *

"Oh my god," Sunset gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. "Twilight, call the cops!"

"I agree," Rarity said, a nauseated expression on her face. "How are you so calm about this? If it were me, I'd be completely freaking out!"

"I am freaking out!" Twilight cried, throwing up her hands. "Some rando just jizzed all over my face on the beach in broad daylight! That's the grossest thing that's ever happened to me!"

"Darling, you're lucky you weren't raped!" Rarity insisted.

"Yeah, there were two of them and you're not exactly Applejack," Sunset said, concern and anger written on her face. "They could've done anything to you and we were too far away to hear you."

Twilight paled. "Oh god," she muttered. She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. "Umm...can we leave? I...don't feel safe here."

"Yeah, we should go," Sunset said, packing her things quickly. "I'll text the others. You call the police, report this."

"Honestly, what is the world coming to when a girl can't go off by herself on a public beach," Rarity scoffed as she packed up.

* * * * *

After a stressful week of heavy homework, long lectures, hard tests, and feeling the judging eyes of her peers on her at all times, Sunny Flare was beyond ready for her monthly trip to the massage parlor. She'd considered going all out and having a full-blown spa day, but in the end decided to stick to her routine. Besides, her preferred masseur, Steven Magnet, was delightful company.

Sundays were slow days at the massage parlor; given how early in the morning she went, Sunny was almost always the only customer. Such was the case today; once she checked in, she went straight to her usual room, where she found Steven checking the cabinets of oils and incenses. Light meditation music played from a small stereo. "Good morning, Sunny dear," Steven said. "How have you been lately?"

"Stressed," Sunny said. "Things are incredibly crazy at Crystal Prep right now."

"Mmm, I'd heard," Steven said. "Well, I'll let you get rea—" The howl of a car alarm cut through the morning silence and the meditation music. Steven blinked. "Oh goodness, I do believe that's my car!" He hurried to the door. "Go ahead and get ready, dear, I'll be back as soon as I can!"

Rolling her eyes, Sunny closed the door, then stripped naked, carefully arranging her clothing in the paper-lined wicker basket in the corner before taking two narrow linen sheets from another receptacle. Most girls, she knew, kept their panties on during a massage, but she never felt quite right in just panties, and liked the feel of the crisp, breezy linens against her bare backside. She lay down on the massage table and carefully covered her derrière and hips with one linen, folding the other neatly and placing it within reach for later. By the time she was completely situated, the car alarm had long since gone silent; a few minutes later, the door to the room opened, and she heard Steven walk in and close it, spending a few minutes over by the cabinets before crossing to stand by the massage table. She relaxed into the sheet-covered padding, ready for an hour of pure bliss.

Then she heard a sound that was somewhat out of place. It sounded like duct tape being unrolled.

Without warning, her arms were seized in a strong grip and forced behind her back. She cried out in alarm, kicking and flailing on the table. She felt the stickiness of duct tape against her skin, then a firm pressure as her wrists were taped together behind her back. "What are you—mmf!"

A thick wad of gauze was shoved into her mouth, cutting her off. The gauze had a strong smell to it that made her light-headed; it took her a moment to realize it had been soaked in rum. Another strip of duct tape was slapped roughly across her mouth, holding the alcohol-soaked gauze in place. She muffled out cries of protest, but couldn't manage to make a sound louder than the meditation music.

She looked up, her eyes full of fear and confusion. The man standing above her was not Steven. He was stockier, well-muscled, dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt, with a mask and mirrored glasses concealing his face and his hair completely hidden under a black ball cap. Before she could try to roll off the table and run, he moved to her side, trapping her in place with his arms. The sheet over her butt was tossed away; one hand seized firm hold of her left butt cheek, kneading it, while the other hand slid underneath her to grab and grope her breast. Sunny whimpered, closing her eyes, which welled with tears of fear and shame.

For several minutes, the man groped and fondled Sunny's body, pawing both breasts, her ass, her thighs, and her sex, which throbbed with unwanted heat, pouty and moist. Never once did he speak a word as he molested her. She tried desperately to spit out her gag, to kick free, to do anything to stop him, but the alcohol in the gauze had dulled her enough to take any real fight out of her; not only that, but a haze of sleepiness had settled over her brain, a feeling she often felt during a normal massage, one that was most unwelcome now. She wondered what had become of Steven, why he had let this stranger in here.

The stranger then rolled her over onto her back. Sunny whimpered and squinted against the sudden, watery glare of the overhead lights. She heard cloth rustling, then felt a rough pull on her ankles, dragging her toward the end of the table. As her butt slid across the padded surface, she looked down at the man who had been molesting her, and saw that he'd removed his pants. His cock was at full mast, throbbing and veiny. She screamed into her gag, shaking her head.

As her bottom reached the very end of the table, the rapist forced her thighs apart and pushed her legs up, holding onto her ankles as he lined himself up against her slit. She frantically whimpered, begging and pleading wordlessly for him to stop, but all too soon, she felt the first sharp, deep thrust, felt his hot length cleave her defenseless womanhood and fill her body. Tears spilled from Sunny's eyes as his cock rammed into her, hating the fiery sparks of heat rising from her clit, hating her body for thrusting against him, for clenching desperately around his mast, pulling him in. He'd moved his hands to her hips; her feet were now kicking limply in the air with each powerful thrust that hilted. The sound of his balls slapping against her drowned out the meditation music. Pinned underneath her, her arms had started to fall asleep, the pins and needles feeling jangling wildly against the insistent heat and intense urgency of her nethers. Through it all, the alcohol-induced haze in her brain ebbed slightly, but even as her assailant reached out to rip off the tape across her mouth and pull out the wet gauze, she couldn't muster up the energy to scream or even form coherent words. All she could do was whimper pitifully as he pounded into her, harder and faster, deeper, one hand wrapped around her thighs while the other toyed with her breast.

Suddenly, his rhythm broke with a loud grunt, and she felt an explosion of wet warmth inside her body. He reflexively pumped inside her a few more times before stepping back, letting go of her legs, which fell to either side of the table, dangling with her toes just inches off the floor. Her back arched as he came inside her; she then fell flat as he backed off, breathing ragged and wheezy.

He moved to stand by her head, then, and she cried out in pain as he roughly seized her by the hair with one hand, the other stroking his dick until it rose to mast again. He furiously jacked off inches from her face while holding her hair in a tight grip; in far less time than before, he came again, splattering hot jizz all over her face. Once the last of his seed was delivered, he let go of her hair, stepped over to the counter, pulled up his pants, and washed his hands. He then picked up a small camcorder from the countertop, walked to the door, and left.

* * * * *

Steven knocked on the door, opened it, and entered in a breathless rush. "Sorry, Sunny dear," he said hurriedly and distractedly, "it's the strangest thing, I got out to the parking lot and all of a sudden I fainted. When I came to, I came back inside and Matilda wasn't anywhere to be found and—" He trailed off as he turned to look at the girl lying on the table.

Sunny Flare was lying flat on her back, bare to the world, her legs dangling from the end of the bench. Cum dribbled from her sex and was splattered all over her face and hair. Her eyes were dull and clouded, red and puffy.

"OH MY GOD!" Steven screamed, rushing to her side. "Sunny? Sunny dear, are you—?" He felt for a pulse, then let out a shaky sigh. "Who did this? Hold on, I...I'm calling the police..."

Shadow Prey, Part 3

Three young boys walked out of the dark theater into the bright foyer, talking and laughing. "Man, that was so wicked!" a short boy with pale skin and brown hair with a Trottingham accent said.

"Yeah, I wanna watch it again!" one of his friends agreed. "Hey Floss, where's your sis? She never came back."

The third boy, who had light blue skin and very light pink hair, frowned as he studied his phone. "I tried texting her but she's not answering," he said. "It's not like her to just take off. I mean, she didn't wanna come today, but she wouldn't just leave us. Besides, Mom'd kill her."

"She's probably around somewhere," the other boy said with a shrug. "You know girls, turn 'em loose in a mall and you don't see 'em for hours."

"Nah, Sugarcoat's not like—"

"Umm, excuse me?" a timid voice intruded. The boys looked up to see an unfamiliar girl approaching. She had light grey skin and long, straight grey hair which hung over one eye, and was dressed in a long black skirt and a heavy brown sweater. "Is...is one of you Candy Floss?"

"Yeah, that's me," Floss said. "Who are you?"

"Oh, umm...I'm Marble Pie, but...that's not important," the girl said. "I, umm...oh dear..." She fidgeted with her hands, her visible eye darting around, not making eye contact.

"Spit it out already! How'd you know my name? I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Oh! Yes, that's—that's very good, you really shouldn't—" Marble shook her head. "Sorry. Umm. I have a message for you. Your sister Sugarcoat had to go to the hospital. She doesn't have her phone, and my sister's with her right now, so my sister asked me to, umm...to find you and tell you to call your mom." She handed Floss a piece of paper. "Give your mom this number and tell her to call right away, okay?"

Floss stared at her, slack-jawed. "The hospital?! What happened?!"

Marble paled and ducked her head, shrinking into herself. "It—don't worry. She'll be fine. Just...you should go home now. Yes." Her message delivered, Marble slinked away, disappearing into the people coming and going.

The three boys looked at each other in confusion. "So..."

Floss looked at the paper and swallowed, then called his mom.

* * * * *

Home alone with her tunes. Lemon Zest couldn't complain about how her Sunday was going so far. She danced around the empty house with her headphones on, dressed in comfy shorts and a light tank top, headbanging and air guitaring as she did light housework and raided the kitchen for snacks.

She was changing a light bulb in the laundry room when the back door unlocked and opened. She pursed her lips. Her parents were supposed to be out of town all day and wouldn't get back until late. Had they run into bad traffic or something?

Three masked men burst through the back door, the third slamming and locking it behind him. "Dude, what the fuck?" Lemon Zest cried, ripping off her headphones. The tallest of the three lunged at her; she twisted aside, and he skidded through the laundry room door into the kitchen, nearly crashing into the kitchen table. She wasn't so lucky with the shortest of the three, however, who tackled her into the wall. She cried out in pain as her shoulder took the brunt of the hit. Shortest grabbed her hair and pulled her to the floor, then grabbed her by the arm and half-dragged her into the kitchen. She struggled against him, but the third man roughly grabbed her hands and forced them behind her back. She felt handcuffs snap tightly into place around her wrists.

She wasn't about to go down without a fight. "Perplexa, call 911!" she yelled.

"Calling 911," the household smartspeaker replied. After a pause, it said, "Hmm. I can't seem to get a connection. Check to make sure—" The speaker went silent as Tallest found it and ripped its plug out of the wall.

Shortest and Third pulled Lemon to her feet and frog-marched her through the house, opening doors and looking into rooms as they went. She dragged her feet, struggled, and resisted as best she could. "Look, just...what are you after? Money? Jewelry? Electronics? What—"

After checking every door in the house, they stopped and began conversing with head nods and hand gestures, neither speaking. Tallest came along, holding a sharp knife he'd taken from the kitchen. The men wrestled Lemon into her parents' bedroom, where Tallest and Shortest held her still while Third slung a backpack off his back and started setting up a camera tripod. He positioned the tripod in a corner of the room, then mounted a camcorder to it. Once the red light on the camcorder lit, he nodded to the others.

"What are you guys doing?" Lemon demanded. "What—HEY!" She kicked out defiantly as Shortest put his hand up her shirt and seized her breast, kneading and squeezing. "PERVERT!"

Tallest grabbed the front of Lemon's shirt and cut it with the knife, careful to avoid cutting her skin. She gasped, going completely still, her eyes shrinking to pinpricks. Once he'd made a nice, rough cut halfway down the front, he tore the rest of the front open with a ripping sound, letting Lemon's tits bounce free in full view. Third walked over with a pair of heavy duty scissors and cut the straps, then pulled the destroyed shirt completely away and tossed it on the floor.

Lemon bit her lip and whimpered as the three men pawed and fondled her breasts. She tried to struggle against them, to find a gap to slip through to free herself, but they were careful to keep her from getting any leverage. "What are you—why—what kind of burglars are you guys?"

Shortest went to work on unbuttoning her shorts; working with Tallest, he pulled them and her panties down, being careful around her feet, as she was still trying to kick anything she could reach. Once her shorts and panties were on the floor, the three men hauled Lemon up onto the bed and propped her up against the headboard, spreading her legs open wide, giving the camera a full, unobstructed view of her pussy.

"You guys...aren't burglars, are you?" Lemon said in a shallow, hesitant shadow of her usual loud, boisterous voice. She looked wildly around at her captors as they moved around her, keeping her in place on the bed while pawing at her body. Tallest and Third held her legs spread open with one arm each, while taking turns rubbing her slit and sticking fingers in her asshole and pussy. She swallowed heavily, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh God..."

The men spent some time rubbing and fingering her sex and ass and playing with her tits, then backed away to remove their pants. Each man's cock was stiff. They pulled her off the bed and wrangled her onto her knees on the floor between the bed and the camera, then stood in a loose circle around her, stroking their dicks, occasionally rubbing a hot length against her breasts or her face. Tallest took hold of her chin and turned her face toward him, probing at her lips with his dick. She resisted, trying to turn away, but he seized her face forcefully and pressed more insistently. Sniffling, she opened her mouth and took his tip in, obediently sucking on his cock as he thrust it into her mouth for a minute before pulling it out. Shortest was next to offer himself; Lemon's body rocked gently back and forth as she went to work on him. He pulled free, a long string of saliva connecting his dick to her lips for some seconds before breaking. Then, it was Third's turn to enter her mouth. Lemon closed her eyes as he thrust against the inside of her cheek, listlessly sucking and licking the invading cock.

The three men took turns making her lick and suck their dicks until each, in turn, came all over her face and tits, spattering her in a thick, slimy layer of jizz.

Tallest and Third pulled her up off the floor and walked her back over to the bed, where they bent her over the side, raising her ass as high as it would go while Shortest moved the camera around for a better angle. Lemon watched dully, eyes glazed, as Tallest lined up behind her, kneading her ass and rubbing the semi-firm tip of his shaft against her pussy lips. She felt him harden up, the heat pulsing through his rod as he took firm hold of her left hip and held her still. "Are—" Lemon began, coughing on some cum that had gotten into her mouth. "All three of you are gonna f—fuck me, right?" she finished with a hitching whimper. She'd never even kissed a boy before, let alone had one touch her. Sure, she flicked the bean sometimes—who didn't?—and she had a bit of a dirty imagination and maybe liked to check out porn on the Internet sometimes, but this was something she never in her wildest dreams imagined would be happening to her. Really, for real, happening.

A hot, sharp thrust spiked her sex as Tallest drove his cock into her virgin hole, half his length disappearing inside her in one go. Lemon choked out a wet gasp, eyes squeezed tightly shut as Tallest fucked her, driving her face into the soft bedspread with each thrust.

Third moved to stand in front of Lemon on the other side of the bed from Tallest, his own dick firming back up. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down and forward, holding her firmly by the upper arms. She looked up at him with wet, reddening eyes. He crammed his dick into her mouth; she muffled out cries of protest and pain around it as Tallest's hilting thrusts drove her forward into Third's groin while he pounded into her mouth with all his might, making her jaw ache and filling her mouth with a foul, slimy, salty taste like spoiled olives.

While Third and Tallest fucked her mouth and pussy, Shortest pushed something small, round, and hard into her anus, drawing out a muffled squeak of surprise. The foreign object began vibrating, sending confused ripples of sensation through Lemon's body. Her ass rippled and jiggled from the vibrator as Tallest kept pounding into her sex. She whimpered into Third's dick, her entire body shuddering.

Third was the first to come, filling Lemon's mouth with an explosion of hot, salty jizz. She coughed and spluttered as he pulled out, strings and beads of cum dribbling from his dick and her lips onto the bed. She coughed and retched, expelling as much of it as she could. She'd just gotten enough cum out of her mouth to take a clear breath when Tallest came inside her, the combined force of his climax and the vibrator very nearly bringing Lemon herself to orgasm. Shame flooded her being; was it okay to come from something like this? Her body desperately wanted release, but her mind and heart just wanted this to all be a nightmare she'd wake up from any minute.

When Tallest pulled out, Shortest rolled her over onto her side, lifting her right leg high into the air as he probed her wet, swollen slit with his cock. Lemon sniffled and whimpered as Shortest fucked her, hilting easily now that her pussy was well-lubricated. She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, when his thrusts came faster and harder while Tallest played with her tits.

After Shortest came, he rolled Lemon over onto her back and spread her pussy wide with his fingers, letting his cum drool out of her for the camera. Her body shuddered and convulsed. Shortest pulled the vibrator out of her ass and left her lying there, the aftershock riding through her.

Lemon lay there like that for a couple of minutes before Tallest picked her up and Third lay down on his back on the bed. Tallest rolled Lemon on top of Third on her stomach, then climbed onto the foot of the bed and knelt behind her. He pulled her up onto her knees and, with Third's help, moved her to straddle Third's hips, ready to receive him. Lemon shuddered and braced herself as Third grabbed her hips and pulled her down, spearing her with his cock. She reflexively bore down on him, her pussy grinding into his shaft, taking all of him inside her.

Behind her, Tallest took hold of her ass and spread it, lifting her up as much as he could. Lemon felt the tip of his cock brush against her asshole and cried out in alarm. "Wait, what—!"

Lemon let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise and pain as Tallest buried his cock in her ass, stretching and pulling the tender, delicate flesh even as she bore down on Third's thrusting, hard shaft. "Stop...it hurts," she whimpered as Tallest fucked her virgin asshole while Third pounded her pussy. Her breathing came in ragged, wet, sniffling gasps as her body rocked from the twin pounding, her breasts shaking and jiggling and swaying.

Lemon's traitorous body decided enough was enough. She howled as a violent orgasm exploded through her, setting every nerve in her body on fire. Spurred on by her climax, the rapists pounded her faster and harder, urgently, desperate to come. And come they did, once more filling her pussy with a fresh load of cream, but also filling up her ass for the first time.

As the two men panted from their release, Shortest's phone let off a chime. He pulled it out and checked it, then made a frantic slashed-throat gesture to the other two before pulling his pants up and bustling around to shut down and pack up the camera. Tallest gave Lemon's ass a cheeky slap before he climbed down off the bed; Third unceremoniously shoved her off him and rolled to the edge. They hurriedly pulled up their pants; Tallest fished a key out of his pocket and unlocked Lemon's handcuffs before roughly pushing her onto the bed and leaving the room.

The three men quickly fled the house, slamming the back door behind them. Lemon made no move to follow; she lay on her parents' jizz-covered bed, rubbing the feeling back into her wrists, her heart racing. She stared up at the ceiling for a long time, the stench of cum and her own musk filling her nostrils, before she half-ran, half-stumbled into her parents' bathroom and doubled over the toilet to throw up.

* * * * *

Sugarcoat sat on an examination bed in the emergency room, wearing a hospital gown. She'd been cleaned up by a nurse and had an IV in, but otherwise sat resting comfortably, a pensive, studious frown on her face. Pinkie Pie sat with her, her pink hair limp and lank.

Pinkie finished up a phone call, then put her phone away. "Your mom's on the way," she said.

"Thank you," Sugarcoat said. She fell into an awkward silence for a moment. "You don't have to stay if—"

"I'm not leaving," Pinkie said firmly. "You need a friend like crazy right now, and I'm the craziest friend you could ever have!"

Sugarcoat smiled faintly. "Thanks," she said. She coughed. "Umm. Thanks again." She sighed. "You CHS girls are constantly saving us Crystal Preppers lately. It's getting embarrassing." She tapped her fingers on her lap for a second. "How's Twilight Sparkle doing at CHS?"

"She's doing great," Pinkie said. "She's really fitting in. We hang out a lot after school and stuff. I think she went to the beach with Sunset Shimmer and Rarity today actually." She smiled. "Were you worried about her?"

"A little," Sugarcoat said. "I think I'm the closest thing to a friend she had at Crystal Prep and I wasn't exactly nice to her. Like...ever." She adjusted her glasses.

"You should keep in touch with her," Pinkie said. "She'd be happy to have you as a friend."

"Maybe," Sugarcoat said.

They lapsed into awkward silence again. "So...how's Crystal Prep?" Pinkie asked after a few minutes of listening to the IV click and the pulse monitor beep.

Sugarcoat shrugged. "Kind of crazy right now. Principal Cinch is gone, Principal Cadance is getting settled in. The faculty's kind of divided right now. A lot of the teachers don't like Cadance's plan to change Crysal Prep. They're taking it out on us students with heavier homework loads and surprise tests."

"Gah," Pinkie said, making a face. "That sucks."

There was a knock on the door. A nurse peeked in. "Sugarcoat? There's a police detective who wants to ask you some questions."

Sugarcoat nodded. "Alright."

A woman in a smart navy suit entered, tapping away at a tablet. She looked at the two girls, her expression grave. "Miss Sugarcoat?" she asked. "I'm Detective Chase. I need some information about the assault."

Sugarcoat nodded. "There were two men, probably around my age. Their faces were covered, I didn't recognize them. They must have followed me into the restroom. They pulled me out of the toilet stall, stripped off my clothes, and raped me. I think they knew me personally, one of them called me by name." Pinkie stared at her with wide eyes, shuddering at the clinical, detached tone in which Sugarcoat described the attack.

Detective Chase frowned. "That's disturbing," she said. "Everything we found at the scene suggests this was premeditated. If you were targeted specifically instead of at random..." She shook her head and studied her tablet for a minute. Her frown turned into a scowl. "Do you know a young woman named Sunny Flare, by any chance?"

Sugarcoat blinked. "Yes, we're classmates."

"That's interesting. And troublesome. So you both attend...?"

"Crystal Prep Academy." Sugarcoat's brow furrowed. "Why?"

Detective Chase pressed her lips into a thin line. "I'm afraid I can't—"

"Was Sunny Flare raped too?" Pinkie asked.

Detective Chase grimaced. "I'm sorry, Miss—?"

"Pinkie Pie."

"Miss Pie. I'm afraid if you have no relation to this, you should—"

"She's my friend," Sugarcoat said. "She called for help and stayed with me." She adjusted her glasses. "She's right, isn't she? About Sunny Flare?"

Detective Chase sighed. "Yes," she said. "She was assaulted at a massage parlor."

Pinkie gasped. "By her masseur?"

"No," Detective Chase said. "The masseur was lured out to the parking lot and knocked unconscious. The receptionist was chloroformed and tied up. The assailant went into the treatment room and..." She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh my God," Pinkie moaned.

Sugarcoat frowned. "Somebody's after Crystal Prep girls," she said.

"So whoever it is that...attacked you, attacked Sunny Flare too?" Pinkie said, face turning green.

"That's not the case," Detective Chase said. "Both attacks happened at almost exactly the same time."

Sugarcoat and Pinkie Pie stared at each other, eyes wide.

Pinkie's phone buzzed. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. She gasped. "Oh my God!"

"What is it?" Detective Chase asked.

Pinkie's hair went even more limp. "I just got a text from Sunset Shimmer," she said. "Twilight..." Her eyes were wide and haunted. "All it says is 'something awful just happened to Twilight, I'll fill you in later.'"

Detective Chase frowned, furiously tapping at her tablet. "Twilight...Sparkle?" she asked. "Because I'm seeing a report in the system that was just filed by her of sexual assault."

"No," Pinkie moaned.

Shadow Prey, Part 4

Pinkie Pie and Sugarcoat stared in slack-jawed horror at Detective Chase. "Not Twilight too," Sugarcoat said hoarsely. "It...it can't be. She left Crystal Prep. Why?"

Pinkie squirmed in her seat. "Twilight..."

Detective Chase frowned. "This Twilight Sparkle is a former Crystal Prep student?"

"She transferred to Canterlot High about six weeks ago," Sugarcoat said.

Pinkie grabbed at her hair, made a keening sound, then pulled her phone out. She fidgeted impatiently as she made a call and waited for the other party to pick up. "Sunset! What happened? Tell me everything!" A pause. "Sunset, it's important! I need to know right now! I'm—" She hesitated, then glanced at Sugarcoat. Sugarcoat frowned, but nodded. "I'm at the hospital with Sugarcoat, she just got raped at the mall! And the detective lady we're with right now says Sunny Flare got raped today too! Is Twilight—" She paused, listening. She frowned in confusion. "Uh-huh. Huh. Really?" She let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, that's...okay. Whew. I mean, that's still awful, but it's not as bad..." She shook her head. "Don't let her out of your sight, okay? Something weird's going on here." She hung up, then bit her lip as she looked at the other two women in the room.

"What happened to Twilight?" Sugarcoat asked urgently.

"Well, she wasn't...I mean, they didn't do to her what they did to you apparently," Pinkie said. "Sounds like all that happened was this one guy walked up to her on the beach and jizzed all over her face while this other guy recorded it on his phone. Then they took off."

Detective Chase grimaced. "That's disgusting."

"So anyway, apparently Twilight's okay besides just being really really grossed out, but..." Pinkie bit her lip.

Sugarcoat frowned, adjusting her glasses. "Twilight Sparkle, Sunny Flare, and myself," she said slowly. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Wait."

Pinkie gasped. "Oh my gosh, do you think—?"

"What?" Detective Chase asked. "Did you think of something, some connection?"

"Yeah," Sugarcoat said. "And if I'm right, then they'll also go after Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, and Indigo Zap..."

* * * * *

Sour Sweet struggled against her bonds and screamed muffled curse words through the ball gag in her mouth.

She was tied, naked, to an appliance dolly in what she figured to be a moving van, given the box-like shape of the small metal room and lack of windows. Her ankles and wrists were secured to the dolly with nylon cable ties. A couple of LED camp lanterns flooded the van with harsh light. Two masked men were in the van with her; a folding table had been set up at the back, with a number of different things laid out on it that were probably meant for her. In front of her was a mounted camcorder, its red light shining steadily. Behind the camcorder, a tall mirror had been placed directly opposite Sour Sweet, allowing her a full view of her predicament. As a nice fat cherry on top, her bladder was full to bursting, and she was barely holding it in.

She had no idea how she'd ended up this way. She couldn't remember anything since going to sleep the night before. She'd woken up already tied up, and as soon as she'd started screaming and swearing they'd gagged her.

The two men fondled her naked body as she struggled and swore at them. She flinched and hissed when one of them probed at her sex, forcing a finger past her outer lips and scratching at her inner folds. She squirmed, eyes squeezing shut, straining to keep her bladder from exploding. The finger inside her wormed and wriggled around, enticing her sensitive pussy, setting her body on fire and bringing the pressure on her bladder to a peak.

With a strained whimper, Sour Sweet lost control. The man fingering her jumped back and let out a cry of surprise and disgust as she pissed all over the floor of the van, urine splashing down her thighs and running down her legs even as a steady stream flowed out into the center of the van, a puddle of pee spreading. A furious blush rose to her cheeks; she turned away from the mirror on the other end, embarrassed and ashamed.

"Fuck!" one of the men spat. "What the fuck?!"

"Clean it up," the other said gruffly. The two men grabbed grimy towels and went to work wiping up the puddle on the floor and cleaning off her legs.

"Do we edit this out?" one whispered as they worked.

The other paused. "Just this part," he said. "Leave the peeing in, she'll never live that down."

Sour Sweet went still. She knew that voice. She stared in disbelief at the one who had just spoken.

*Royal Pin?!*

* * * * *

Sunset Shimmer stared at her phone in mute horror, her mind racing to catch up with what Pinkie Pie had reported. "Oh my god what?!" she cried.

"What?" Twilight asked anxiously. The three girls were crowded together in the back of a half-empty bus, on their way to Twilight's place.

Sunset looked like she was about to be sick. "Umm." She couldn't quite meet Twilight's eyes, and she felt like the world was spinning out of control. "Pinkie's with Sugarcoat. Sugarcoat just..." She grimaced, leaning close so as not to be overheard by the rest of the bus. "Sugarcoat was just raped."

Rarity gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her face. Twilight's eyes shrank to pinpricks behind her glasses. "Wh-what?!"

"Apparently, so was Sunny Flare," Sunset added with a grimace.

"Oh my god," Twilight whispered, face draining of color.

"This...this can't be happening, right?" Rarity asked shakily. "It just simply can't be happening!"

Twilight sat still for a long moment, thinking furiously. Taking a deep, hitching breath, she pulled out her phone and placed a call. "Hello, Dean Cadance? Sorry bother you, but..."

* * * * *

All the pee had been cleaned up. After realizing one of her assailants was a fellow student, Sour Sweet had tried to determine the identity of the other, but neither had spoken again, and the masks and caps made it hard to figure out anything.

The two of them were back at it, fondling her breasts and ass, groping and fingering her pussy. She quit struggling against her bonds and settled for glaring hatefully at them.

Royal Pin walked over to an ice chest off to the side and bent over it for a minute, then came out with two wrapped popsicles. He handed one to Other Guy, and they unwrapped them. Sour Sweet watched them anxiously. Other Guy walked behind her, while Pin crouched down next to her. She stiffened, letting out a strangled gasp, as he rubbed the tip of the cherry popsicle against her swollen, hot slit. She felt Other Guy's hand roughly prying her ass cheeks apart, then made a high-pitched, ungainly squawk as the other popsicle came in contact with her pucker. They teased her for a minute, the ice cold popsicles brushing against her sensitive areas. Pin then spread her pussy open and pushed the popsicle into her. She let out a sharp, strangled yelp through her gag, her entire body going rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Pin slowly pumped the popsicle in and out of her sex.

Then, she screamed shrilly as Other Guy shoved his popsicle right on up her asshole.

Sour Sweet screamed again and again as the freezing cold popsicle went up her ass straight to the stick before being slowly dragged out again. Pin, meanwhile, continued diddling her sex with the other popsicle, which trailed sticky, syrupy strands of melting cherry ice with each thrust. Spikes of icy heat jolted up her spine again and again as the two men worked her sensitive holes over with the icy treats. As the popsicles slowly melted, thin trickles of sticky, syrupy popsicle dribbled down her thighs, mixed with her own wetness.

Once the popsicles had melted too much to be of any further use, the two men pulled them out and tossed the sticks into a small wastepaper basket. Sour Sweet sagged as much as her bonds would allow, bowing her head and breathing raggedly. It shamed and embarrassed her to admit that this weird, kinky, abusive torture was starting to turn her on. She wondered if they were just going to keep sticking random things up her ass and snatch, or if they planned to actually rape her at some point. Anticipation filled her being, and her already wet, hot sex got hotter and damper.

Royal Pin and his friend, whoever he was, were both going to die for this. Slowly, painfully. Sour Sweet let a dozen different revenge scenarios play out in her mind as she waited for the duo to do whatever they were going to do next.

The dolly suddenly tipped backwards, giving Sour Sweet a momentary wave of vertigo before coming to a sudden stop at an angle. She glanced down the length of the van to the mirror to see a second, smaller set of wheels on a tripod holding the dolly in a tilted position; Other Guy knelt down and locked the wheels while Pin untied her right ankle and pushed her foot up and in, forcing her knee to bend and her thigh to pivot outward. Once her leg was pushed up as high as it would go and her heel was practically touching her thigh, he strapped her ankle to the dolly again, then repeated the process on the other side. Now, the soles of Sour Sweet's feet were facing each other, pointing away from her body. It was an uncomfortable position, and she grimaced around her gag, muffling out protests.

Pin dropped his pants and pressed his stiff dick between the soles of Sour Sweet's feet. Taking hold of her feet to keep them pressed together around his shaft, he thrust insistently into them, grunting loudly with each greedy pump. Sour Sweet watched in disgust and fascination as Pin fucked her feet; when he came, it went all over her feet and legs, some even landing on her stomach.

Pin stepped aside, and Other Guy came up beside Sour Sweet, holding a massive, knobbly dildo. Sour Sweet stared at it in horrified fascination; it was almost as big as her forearm! She shook her head and whimpered pitifully as Other Guy pushed its mammoth tip into her sex, then, with a grunt of effort, slowly shoved its girthy length up her pussy. It barely fit halfway; Sour Sweet cried out, tears spilling from her eyes as blood trickled from her sex. Other Guy flicked a switch on the base of the giant dildo, and it began pulsing and wriggling inside her. Her eyes flew open wide, and strangled cries ripped through her throat, muted by the gag. Pin then came over and unfastened her gag, pulling it away. She cried out, her screams ragged and phlegmy, again and again as Other Guy manipulated the throbbing, questing dildo inside her. Pin went over to the table and came back with a smaller dildo; grabbing hold of Sour Sweet's ponytail and pulling her head back, he forced the second dildo into her screaming mouth, pumping it furiously against the back of her throat. She nearly choked on it; she squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, whimpering as the two men worked her over with the toys.

Finally, Other Guy turned off the vibrator and pulled the giant dildo out of her pussy with a wet, slurping pop. Pin stopped mouth-fucking her with the other dildo and threw it on the floor, then ratcheted the dolly back up to a standing position. Other Guy picked up the dildo and took both of them over to the folding table, then came back with a leather dog collar and leash.

Sour Sweet stared at him. "You've got to be kidding me," she rasped hoarsely, throat sore from all the screaming and mouth-fucking. In response, Other Guy fastened the collar around her neck, just tight enough to be uncomfortable, and attached the leash to it while Royal Pin started untying her.

"I just want you both to know," Sour Sweet said in her most syrupy tone, "I'm going to kill you both as painfully and slowly as I can and I'm going to enjoy every second of it!" She gasped and winced as Other Guy tugged sharply on the leash.

* * * * *

"You really think this has something to do with the Friendship Games?" Pinkie cried.

"It would explain Twilight being attacked too," Sugarcoat said. "And it fits with my attackers knowing me." She scowled. "It's been weeks since then, they could've been planning this for a while now."

"I'm sorry, the Friendship Games?" Detective Chase asked.

"It's this thing between CHS and Crystal Prep," Pinkie explained. "Crystal Prep usually wins hands down, but things went a little crazy this time and, well, the games ended in a draw and Crystal Prep's principal kind of had a meltdown and now she's not principal anymore."

"Sunny Flare and Twilight were on the Crystal Prep team," Sugarcoat said. "So was I."

"I see," Detective Chase said. "And the other girls you named, they were on the team as well?"

Sugarcoat nodded. "They were the rest of the top six."

Pinkie shook her head. "This is so wrong," she moaned.

Detective Chase grimaced. "I'll take care of the rest," she said. "You rest up. If I need anything else, I'll be in touch." She stood and left. A minute later, the door opened again, and a frantic woman rushed in, hurrying over to Sugarcoat's side and wrapping her up in a hug.

"Oh my baby," Sugarcoat's mom choked out. "Oh god, why did this happen to you?"

Pinkie Pie stood up. "Umm...I think that's my cue to go," she said. "I've got stuff to do. Call me, okay?"

Sugarcoat nodded. "Thank you, Pinkie Pie. For everything."

Pinkie smiled wanly, then left.

* * * * *

Now on her hands and knees in the middle of the van, Sour Sweet glared hatefully into the camera. "If you're watching this, I just want you to know what a complete and total sick asshole you are," she snarled. "Is this really what you do with your life? Sit around watching teenage girls get raped and violated while you jack off until your whole room smells like cum? Your momma must be sooo proud of you!" Royal Pin gave her leash a bored tug, and she shut up. Other Guy knelt behind her, naked from the waist down, and grabbed her ass, raising it into the air. She hissed and sucked in a sharp breath as he fucked her. There was no build-up, no tease, no anticipation, just rough, careless fucking that sent shudders though her body, rocking her forward on her hands and knees. Pin crouched down beside her and fondled her jiggling, swaying tits while Other Guy fucked her. She looked up at Pin; between ragged gasps and sucking in air, she asked, "Why, Royal Pin? Why are you doing this?"

Pin paused in fondling her, then pulled out his phone and started typing something on it one-handed. After a minute, he showed it to Sour Sweet.

Her eyes widened. "WHAT?!" she screeched, now completely ignoring the rough pounding she was taking. "But that—! What happened at the Games has nothing to do with me, it was all—!"

Other Guy spoke up, his voice deep and gruff. "Everyone who soils the reputation of Crystal Prep must be punished," he said, punctuating each word with a hard, fast, hilting thrust into her pussy.

Sour Sweet's eyes widened. She looked back over her shoulder at Other Guy, the blood draining from her face. "Professor Wind Rider?!"

"We're going to have a lot of editing to do on this video," Royal Pin said in a bored tone.

Wind Rider grunted. "We were supposed to do this without talking or giving our identities away," he said.

"Yeah, you should've known that'd be impossible when we drew Sour Sweet," Royal Pin said. "There's only so far you can ignore this bipolar bitch."

Wind Rider grunted heavily and rapidly as he came inside Sour Sweet. "Well then, your family's just going to have to buy us out of this," he said snidely. "Go ahead, it's your turn," he added as he stood up and backed away, letting Royal Pin take his place behind Sour Sweet.

Sour Sweet looked back over her shoulder as Royal Pin knelt behind her. "I hope you really enjoy this," she said sweetly. "Because this is the last time you'll ever touch a woman!"

Royal Pin chuckled. "Oh, Sour Sweet," he said as he lined his twitching cock up with her slit. "If I wanted, I could make you my bitch forever."

"You've got about twenty minutes," Wind Rider said as he lit a cigarette and puffed on it. "We need to dump this bitch and get rid of the truck." With that, he headed over to the van's roll door and lifted it. Sunlight flooded the inside of the truck for a minute before Wind Rider climbed out and closed the door again, locking it down.

Royal Pin slowly thrust into Sour Sweet, burying himself deep inside her before drawing back and starting to pump her. She braced herself on her arms, which shuddered with the vibrations of the truck as the engine started. Everything shifted and swayed; both Pin and Sour Sweet had to struggle to keep their balance as the van made a wide turn. Even so, Pin kept fucking her. Sour Sweet bowed her head and clenched her teeth, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as Pin pounded insistently into her, spurred on by the urgency and danger. Between the pounding she'd already taken, Pin's insistent hilting, the vibrations of the truck, and her own boiling anger, Sour Sweet reached her limit. She let out an animalistic screech as her body clamped down on Pin's cock and convulsed violently, powerful waves of orgasmic frenzy ripping through every cell, her cum gushing out all over the floor of the van, bathing herself and Pin in heady musk. This spurred him on; in less than a minute, he came too, bursting inside her and filling her up with his seed. They both collapsed to the floor, rolling and swaying with the motion of the van.

Some time later, the van came to a stop. Pin's phone beeped. He scrabbled for it, read it, then stood up and hurriedly pulled his pants up. He turned the camera off, then grabbed Sour Sweet's leash and hauled her to her feet. "Well, it's been fun," he said, "but this is where we say goodbye for today."

Sour Sweet spat in his face. "Bastard."

Pin slapped her, then dragged her over to the door of the van, which rolled up from outside. Wind Rider was there; he gave Pin the all-clear sign, and together, they manhandled Sour Sweet out of the van and bodily threw her, none too gently, into what she recognized all too well as her own front yard. As soon as she hit the grass, the two men locked down the van, jumped into the cab, and sped away.

Sour Sweet lay on her back in the grass of the yard she'd played in as a child, aching all over, sticky and sweaty and filthy.

Somebody next door screamed.

Shadow Prey, Part 6

"Welcome home, Dean Cadance," the tallest man present said snidely. "We've got a little surprise party planned..."

Cadance looked around the room, heart racing, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

The situation wasn't good. Anything she could possibly use to defend herself was too far out of reach, and she didn't like her chances of disabling more than two of her assailants if she was lucky. Her only escape route had already been cut off, and if she went for her phone, it'd just be taken away immediately.

As if reading her thoughts, the man standing behind her frisked her, his hands staying on her chest and rear for an uncomfortably long time before he produced her smartphone from the pocket of her jeans. He tossed it onto the kitchen table; it slid across and clattered to the floor.

Pointedly taking a step away from him, Cadance folded her arms and regarded the tallest man with as much dignity as she could muster. "Wind Rider," she said calmly. "You're fired."

Wind Rider chuckled. "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that, but none of us recognize your authority at Crystal Prep." There was a round of snickering. "You see, you're nothing more than a glorified guidance counselor, and not a very good one at that if you discouraged Twilight Sparkle from pursuing a real challenge."

"How dare you act as if you care what happens to Twilight," Cadance spat.

"Oh, we don't bear her any ill will, really," Wind Rider said. "Our little message for her was just meant to scare her, make her reconsider her decision to abandon Crystal Prep. Besides, her brother is a respected and notable Crystal Prep alumnus. We couldn't very well let anything tragic happen to her, now could we?"

"Bastard," Cadance snarled. "What did you do with Indigo Zap?"

There was cruel laughter from some of the masked men. "Oh, don't worry, we took great care of her," one of the students said.

Wind Rider raised a hand to silence them. "Alright, that's enough," he said. "Down to business." He nodded to one of the others, who walked over to Cadance, handing her a tablet computer. She took it and frowned. He tapped the screen, and the sounds of Lemon Zest whimpering filled the room. Cadance nearly dropped the tablet in horror as a video of Lemon being raped filled the screen.

"What—?!"

"Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, Sour Sweet, Indigo Zap, Twilight Sparkle," Wind Rider ticked off on his fingers. "We have video of all six of them, Cadance. We have the power to ruin them forever."

Cadance's face flushed with fury. "You fucking son of a bitch!"

"So here's the deal," Wind Rider continued, unruffled. He pointed to several cameras which had been set up at various points around the living room. "You're going to be the star of your very own, very special video. Give us a superstar performance, and we'll give you the videos of all six girls in exchange."

Cadance swallowed heavily, but set her jaw. "I have your word on that?"

"You have my word," Wind Rider said. "Your dignity and reputation in exchange for theirs. What's your decision?"

For Cadance, there was no decision. She stripped off her shirt and started unbuttoning her jeans.

* * * * *

The victims had been assigned separate rooms to stay at the hospital overnight for observation and for their own safety. Sugarcoat sat up in her hospital bed, listlessly playing solitaire while her mother sat nearby, absorbed in a novel.

Something was still bothering Sugarcoat. It seemed like the only thing left to do was figure out what happened to Indigo Zap, identify the rest of the culprits, and arrest them, but...

"Something's missing," Sugarcoat said aloud, brow furrowing.

"Hm?" Her mother looked up. "Do you need something?"

"No, it's..." Sugarcoat took off her glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. "I feel like we all missed something important."

"Honey, leave it alone," her mother said. "Let the police handle it now, okay? It's their job."

"I know, but..." Sugarcoat shook her head. "I just have an uneasy feeling. Like...like I overlooked something."

"I thought between the four of you and Principal Cadance, you'd figured it all out?" her mother asked, setting her novel aside with a frown. "The bastards who did this were out for revenge for the Friendship Games, they wanted to 'punish' the six of you for losing to CHS. Err, for the 'tie', I mean."

"And for being responsible for Cinch resigning," Sugarcoat said. She frowned. After a moment, she gasped sharply, her eyes flying open wide. "Oh no." She quit her solitaire app and tried to call Principal Cadance.

There was no answer. Paling, she quickly hit the contact number Detective Chase had given her earlier. "Detective Chase? This is Sugarcoat. I think you need to send some officers to Principal Cadance's house. I think...I think they went after her too."

* * * * *

Cadance bore down on Royal Pin, grinding into him, taking all of him inside her. Another student knelt behind her and raised her ass up, pushing her forward. She felt his probing shaft line up with her pucker, then clumsily penetrate her. She winced at the out-of-sync pounding from behind and below, but kept sucking Wind Rider's cock while stroking the two being pressed into her hands. Someone's hands were on her tits, kneading them and tweaking her nipples. She bore down hard on Pin and hissed as the other student's balls slapped against her ass.

As they defiled her, Cadance thought about her students. She thought about the fact that the same forest of dicks now facing her had stripped away the innocence and security of six good, decent girls, had inflicted a trauma upon them that would leave permanent scars.

*For you, girls. For you, I can endure this.*

The clumsy teen in her ass came prematurely and sagged back. The boys she was stroking off came all over her face and tits. Wind Rider grunted as he came in her mouth; she forced herself to swallow all of it. Once Pin finished, one of the others dragged her off of him and made her get down on her hands and knees. She obliged, and took a hard, furious doggy-style pounding while another rapist lined up in front of her and fucked her mouth.

When those two finished, four more stepped up, pulling her into a kneeling position and furiously jerking off, spraying jets of cum all over her. Then Wind Rider came over, pushed her down onto her back, and covered her, angrily pounding her pussy. She cried out sharply with each deep, sharp, hate-filled thrust, her entire body heaving. Two more students knelt over her, jacking off all over her tits while Wind Rider fucked her.

"Tell us, you little cunt," Wind Rider snarled. "Tell us how much you love having our cum all over you."

"What the—OH FUCK!" one of the teens suddenly cried. The others started whispering and muttering. Cadance turned her head away from Wind Rider and followed the disruption.

Red and blue lights strobed across the front windows, lighting up the blinds.

Wind Rider paused in fucking her, jerking his head around. "SHIT!" he spat. All around the room, the other rapists were grabbing their pants and underwear, jogging into them as they scrabbled for the back door in an ungainly tangle. Wind Rider started to back off Cadance.

Cadance smirked. "Oh no you don't," she said softly. He was off balance; as sore and tired as she was, she could still easily trip him. He toppled over onto his back and sprawled out with a surprised grunt. Cadance scrabbled over and straddled him, pinning him with her thighs and grinning savagely down at him.

"What the—get off me, you crazy bitch!" Wind Rider snarled.

"Uh-uh," Cadance said, a note of vicious triumph in her voice. "You're gonna get caught in the act," she said as she bore down on him, taking all of him inside her.

"What—NO!" Wind Rider cried, struggling to shake her off. Cadance bore down again and again, clamping around his cock, drawing up and slamming her body down again, grunting from exertion. Her back arched with exhilaration. She threw her head back and let out a throat-ripping cry.

The front door burst open, and three armed police officers burst in. "FREEZE!" the lead officer commanded in a booming voice. Two officers rushed over to the knot of rapists still trying to go out the back and herded them into the middle of the room.

Detective Chase entered with another uniformed officer as Cadance grinded her sex into Wind Rider, her breasts bouncing wildly as she fucked him into the ground. Two officers and Detective Chase stood over them, staring in unease and confusion.

A violent orgasm ripped through Cadance's body. She howled like a wild animal, body convulsing as she rode out the aftershocks. A pool of cum spread out over Wind Rider, drenching him, slicking her thighs, and soaking the floor. Cadance panted furiously, chest heaving as she steadied herself. She looked up at the cops, who had the most hilariously bemused expressions on their faces, then at Detective Chase.

Chase raised an eyebrow. "That good, huh?"

Cadance pushed herself up, grunting as she stood. Brushing her hair behind her left ear, she smiled professionally. "Good evening, officers," she said pleasantly. "I believe you're here to arrest this man?"

* * * * *

Wind Rider sat calmly across from Detective Chase and a male detective with a burly build, close-cropped hair, and a bushy mustache. "I'm not saying a thing without my attorney," he said evenly.

The male detective slammed his meaty palms on the table. "FUCK your lawyer!" he snarled, rising from his seat. "Where's the girl, shitbag?!"

Wind Rider remained unruffled. "Girl? What girl?"

"You know DAMN well what girl, you piece of sh—"

Detective Chase stilled her partner with a hand, then steepled her fingers and leaned forward. "Mr. Rider, we've got you dead to rights on kidnapping, rape, aggravated sexual assault, felony breaking and entering, and destruction of property. Oh yeah. We found your little rolling rapemobile." Her eyes bit harshly into Wind Rider. "Indigo Zap. Where is she? Talk."

Wind Rider held her gaze for a long moment, then shrugged. "I honestly don't know," he said. "I wasn't involved in anything related to Indigo Zap."

"You LYING SACK OF—"

"Oh, can the good cop/bad cop routine!" Wind Rider snarled. "Where'd you learn to do this, primetime television?" He leaned back in his chair. "I have no knowledge of the whereabouts of Indigo Zap. That's the truth. Anything else, I'm not saying another word until my attorney is present."

The detectives stared him down, but he remained unflinching. At length, Detective Chase sighed in disgust. "I hope you make a ton of new friends in prison," she spat as she and her partner rose and left the room.

"Smug little prick," Chase's partner grunted.

Chase shook her head. "We'll get one of the kids to talk. Someone's gotta know something—"

"None of my clients know anything," a man's voice intruded. The detectives turned to see a man with thinning hair in a loud suit walking up, a briefcase and a large manila envelope in hand. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like a word with—"

"We got 'em!" another detective cried jubilantly, coming out of one of the interrogation rooms waving a sheet of paper. "He gave up all the sons of bitches!"

A cheer went up through the station.

Detective Chase raised an eyebrow at the lawyer, smirking and folding her arms. "You were saying?"

The lawyer gave her a pained smile. "I was saying, Detective, that my clients will cooperate if they're given fair treatment."

"Did they say where the girl is?" Chase's partner asked.

The detective with the list shook his head. "He didn't know. I pushed him until he pissed himself, but he doesn't know."

"Damn, nobody knows where this girl is," Chase's partner said, punching the wall in frustration.

"We'll find her," Chase said determinedly. "We'll find her."

* * * * *

Cadance woke groggily from a dreamless sleep, head muzzy from the painkillers and whatever else was in her IV. The sun had already risen, and the sky outside was a bright blue.

The nurse came in to check on her, after which they brought her a breakfast tray. She checked her notifications on her phone as she ate; she had half a dozen texts from Luna, another half-dozen from Twilight, and texts from her students who themselves were still recovering, asking how she was holding up.

She'd just finished eating when her phone rang. It was the school's landline. She frowned as she answered. "Yes?"

"Principal Cadance, it's terrible!"

It was the school custodian. Her heart skipped a beat. "What now?" she wondered tiredly.

"I found a student hanging from the flagpole! She's hurt bad, messed up fierce, they ran her up there naked as the day she was born!"

Cadance choked back a curse. "Indigo Zap?" she asked breathlessly.

"Yeah, that's her. How'd you know?"

"Did you call the police? An ambulance?"

"Yeah, they already picked her up, she's on the way to the hospital. I ain't never seen nothin' like this in all my days..."

Cadance sighed tiredly, her body sagging. "Make sure there's nobody else in the building, then lock down the school. The entire campus is a crime scene until further notice. Don't touch anything, don't clean anything."

"Yes ma'am. I will surely do that. You sound tired, ma'am. Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not, but I will be. Thank you." Cadance hung up, put her phone down, and buried her face in her hands. Hot tears spilled from her eyes as her breathing devolved into hitching sniffles.

There was a knock at the door. It opened slightly, and the last voice Cadance expected to her called out. "Cadance? May I enter?"

Cadance turned slowly toward the door. Abacus Cinch stood there, looking as though she'd aged ten years overnight. Cadance wiped her eyes and nodded.

Cinch crossed the room briskly, taking in Cadance's disheveled, bruised, bandaged appearance and flinching. "Poor dear," she said shakily. "You poor, poor dear." She sat down in one of the guest chairs, fidgeting with her hands.

"How'd you know?" Cadance asked, filling her water glass from the pitcher and draining a third of it in one gulp.

Cinch made a face. "I've been talking to the police half the night," she said. "Quite frankly, it was at least partially an interrogation." She bowed her head, clenching her fists in her lap. "I want you to know, I would never condone something as horrifying as what's happened this weekend."

"I know," Cadance said. "I never once even entertained the notion you were involved in all this." She smiled wanly. "But I hope you understand, after all this, how damaging the environment you cultivated at Crystal Prep was."

"I'm beginning to," Cinch admitted with a grimace. "I'd...heard stories that some of our alumni went on to positions of power, and used that power to get away with unspeakable things, but..." She shook her head. "The reputation of Crystal Prep...it's all I ever cared about." She sighed. "And now, that reputation is thoroughly destroyed, and my legacy is...this."

"The blame isn't yours alone," Cadance said. "I have a feeling I'll be firing some of the faculty who aren't going to prison for this mess." She sighed heavily. "And the entire school is in for a lot of counseling sessions."

Silence lapsed. After a long, uncomfortable minute, Cinch asked, "Indigo Zap. Did they ever—?"

"I got a call just a few minutes ago," Cadance said with a grimace. "The sons of bitches hung her from the flagpole at school."

Cinch gasped, hands flying to her mouth. "Good heavens!" she cried. "Is she—"

"Alive...I think. I hope."

Cinch bowed her head. "I'll see to it the savages responsible for this are prosecuted to the full extent of the law," she said. "I still command a great deal of respect in this town." She stood, smoothing out her skirt. "I...I'll leave you to your rest." She turned and left, her stride barely faltering.

* * * * *

Three days passed.

In total, twelve men—three teachers and nine students—had been arrested. With the exception of Indigo Zap, the girls had all gone home the day after the assault, and had all been interviewed by police and signed sworn statements. Cadance had remained in the hospital until Tuesday afternoon, then gone home and packed a bag to stay with Celestia and Luna for a few nights until her house could be thoroughly cleaned and all the locks changed.

Cadance stood in the doorway of the room where Indigo Zap lay. Indigo had been unresponsive since she was brought in. She wasn't in a coma and her vital signs were stable, but she didn't respond to any stimuli. She'd simply shut down.

"Will she...will she be alright?" Cadance asked Dr. Swab, the attending.

Dr. Swab sighed. "With time and therapy, probably," he said. "She's going to need years of counseling and months of physical therapy." He shook his head. "It's a miracle she survived. She's tough."

"Yeah, she...she is," Cadance agreed.

"I hear none of those guys owned up to planning this," Dr. Swab said with a frown as he checked something on his tablet.

Cadance grimaced. "I'm still convinced Wind Rider is behind this whole thing, but he swears up and down he's not the ringleader." She shrugged. "It doesn't matter. He's going to spend the rest of his life in prison once the DA is through with him. If there is somebody else who was pulling the strings, they'll find out."

She took one last, long look at Indigo, then turned away, shoulders slumping. "They'll find out," she whispered. "They have to."

* * * * *

Soft lamps lit a bedroom decorated with overly large stuffed animals, lace-trimmed pillows, and big fluffy blankets. A chess board with pieces set out sat on a card table between two teddy bears. At a desk covered with magazines and knick-knacks, a pink-skinned teenage girl in royal purple pajamas embossed with a copper-threaded rook sat in front of a laptop, giggling softly to herself.

"Try pushing your lovey-dovey friendship garbage now, Cadance," she said in an overly high-pitched, nasally voice. "I'll be damned if I let you turn my Auntie's school into another namby-pamby crap school like CHS." She stood and crossed over to her closet, where her Crystal Prep school uniform hung proudly on a hook on the door. She fingered it lovingly. "I should've been on the Friendship Games team," she said waspishly. "My grades are so much better than Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest! Why wasn't I on the team?" She walked back over to her laptop and spent a minute scrolling through a file folder. A wicked smile crossed her face. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy every minute of these little home movies..."

Giggling, she went around the room and turned off the lamps, her light blue curls flouncing.

Camp Everfuck #1: Pussy Inspection

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Camp Everfuck #2: Dick Inspection

The screech of megaphone feedback roused the male campers at Camp Everfree who were still asleep, and irritated the ears of those who were already up and getting ready to face the day.

"Rise and shine, campers!" Gloriosa Daisy's amplified voice called out. "I need all the boys—just the boys!—to line up outside! Let's get a move on, guys!"

In ones and twos, the boys shuffled out of their tents, many of them groaning, yawning, and mumbling. They followed Gloriosa's voice to where she stood at the head of the trail that branched out to the other areas of the camp.

"Is everyone here? Good!" Gloriosa said chipperly. "It's time for your dick inspections, guys! Line up over here and whip out your dicks!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Flash Sentry asked as the entire crowd of boys looked at each other in utter bafflement.

Gloriosa laughed. "It's one of our camp regulations," she said. "For health and safety reasons and to promote a safe, fun, friendly camp environment, I have to inspect all your dicks!"

"That...makes absolutely no sense," Micro Chips said, his cheeks red.

"I know, I know, it sounds pretty crazy," Gloriosa said with a laugh and a roll of her eyes, "but it's something we do every year. Now come on, guys! Whip 'em out!"

Nobody made a move to whip anything out. "Uhh." Flash looked around at all the other guys, then coughed. "What...what exactly is this 'dick inspection'? I mean, what does it..."

"It's really simple," Gloriosa said, her smile becoming strained. "Do you jack off?"

Flash shifted. "Uhh..." His cheeks flamed. "Maybe? Once or...or twice..."

"And you like girls, right? Not that there's anything wrong with not liking girls, I mean, but..."

"Not a lot of gay dudes at CHS," Sandalwood spoke up. "Girls on the other hand..."

Gloriosa clapped her hands together lightly. "Perfect! Because that's basically the whole idea." She knelt down in the grass and pulled off her tunic, then unclasped her bra and shucked it. Her breasts bounced and swayed, and she smiled at the group of boys. "Okay, boys! Dicks out, over here, four at a time!"

The boys looked at each other in confusion, then back at Gloriosa. "You serious?" Flash asked.

Gloriosa rolled her eyes. "Come on, kid, I know your school is some kind of freaky sea of tits and legs, but this isn't that hard to figure out. Now hustle over here and let's see lots of cum!"

Micro Chips scratched his head. "You...want us to masturbate on you?" he asked in an uncertain tone, his voice wavering.

"That's the general idea!" Gloriosa said, giving her breasts a jiggle for emphasis.

Several seconds passed.

Hesitantly, one boy whose name Flash couldn't recall offhand stepped forward. Then Brawly Beats joined him, followed by Norman and one of the eco kids. They approached Gloriosa and, shooting each other awkward glances, dropped their pants, exposing stiffening members. Gloriosa surveyed them with a hungry gleam in her eyes, licking her lips.

"Nice!" Gloriosa said. "Certainly looking plenty healthy here! Let's see what you've got." She seized Norman's and Beats' dicks with her own hands and began stroking them, while the other two started furiously stroking off. She took turns briefly taking the tip of each cock between her lips, moistening them with her saliva.

"Oh dude, this is hot," Sandalwood muttered next to Flash. He had to agree; Gloriosa was beautiful and busty, with long, toned, sexy legs, and her dusty rose skin shone with vitality. His own cock slowly rose to full mast, twitching almost painfully in his shorts.

The first group came all over Gloriosa, covering her face, hair, and tits in jizz. She smiled broadly as they stepped back. "Wonderful!" she said. "Good job, guys! Gold stars all around! Next group, come on down!"

Flash was in motion before he knew it, heading for that rose-colored, cum-covered siren, his hands already fumbling with his belt. Sandalwood, Micro Chips, and Captain Planet joined him, lining up for Gloriosa, freeing their throbbing, rock hard cocks, which she went to work on with her hands and mouth. Flash shuddered, eyes rolling back in his head, as Gloriosa's soft but strong hand and soft, moist pink lips brought him to the brink. He came early and powerfully, spraying jets of his seed right into Gloriosa's open, waiting mouth. She licked her lips and purred, giving him a quick lick before releasing him.

"Sooo yummy!" Gloriosa said. "Gold star, gold star!"

Flash stepped back, his heart beating rapidly, a light, bubbly feeling welling up in him. Hearing a gorgeous woman like Gloriosa Daisy praise him like that was a massive confidence boost, and it couldn't possibly have come at a better time. Pulling his shorts back up, he stepped away and watched as the next group walked up. This group included Bulk Biceps and Wiz Kid. Both seemed unusually hesitant to drop their pants. After some coaxing from Gloriosa, Bulk complied.

Flash winced. A lot of the guys snickered.

"Oh my," Gloriosa said, frowning. "That's..."

Bulk's pecker was short, skinny, and a bit crooked. It was almost entirely vein, it was so tiny. Bulk poked his fingertips together and ducked his gaze sheepishly.

"W-well," Gloriosa said with a game smile. "Size isn't everything, big guy! Don't let it get you down, okay?" She glanced at Wiz Kid. "Come on, don't keep me waiting all day!"

Wiz Kid looked absolutely petrified, and Flash couldn't blame the poor guy. He was a skinny, scrawny nerd. This was bound to be humiliating.

Swallowing heavily, Wiz Kid pushed down the elastic waistband of his shorts.

His dick slowly rose into view.

Flash's eyes bugged out, his jaw dropping. Gloriosa's eyes lit up with delight and wonder. The rest of the guys expressed absolute disbelief. Some of them cheered.

The fucking thing was as big as Flash's arm.

"Oh...my," Gloriosa said softly, slowly licking her lips. She reverently reached out with both hands, rubbing them along the length of Wiz Kid's mammoth manhood.

"Dude," Sandalwood duded, staring in shock. "How does he walk?!"

"He probably uses it as a third leg," Micro Chips said, adjusting his askew glasses.

Wiz Kid put his hands behind his back bashfully, scuffing the ground with a toe. "Umm..."

"I need that inside me," Gloriosa said breathily. She stood up, kicked off her moccasins, and shed her shorts and panties, flinging them away with a couple of hopping kicks. "New plan, everyone!" Gloriosa announced as she tackled Wiz Kid to the ground.

"Wagh!" Wiz Kid cried out as his immense cock wobbled like a tee ball stand. Gloriosa grinned maniacally as she straddled him, lining his shaft up with her flushed, wet sex. She bore down on him, grunting and straining as her pussy greedily gobbled up as much of his manhood as she could take.

"Oh GOD YEEEEEEES!" Gloriosa yowled, throwing her head back and arching her back. Some of the other guys decided this was more than they could take; there was a rush to jockey for position around Gloriosa, cocks out and stroking furiously over her as she bore down on Wiz Kid again and again, breasts heaving and swaying. Jets and ribbons of cum filled the air, landing on Gloriosa's face, hair, and body. She panted wildly, her body pumping faster and faster. Whiz Kid grunted and groaned underneath her.

"I'm...ngh...about to...aahhh!" Whiz Kid gasped out.

"I've...GOT...THIIIIIIIIIS!!"

Whiz Kid's orgasm exploded through Gloriosa's body like a string of firecrackers, sending shudders up and down her spine. She convulsed, her shoulders thrown back, her hands curling into claws as her hips rode the wave. A white tide gushed out of her pussy, spreading over Whiz Kid's groin and splooshing out onto the ground. Gloriosa panted as she came down, then doubled over, catching herself on her hands and looking right into Whiz Kid's glazed eyes with a smoky, lustful gaze. Her hair curtained over his face.

"Triple. Gold. Star," she whispered huskily.

* * * * *

In the bushes down the trail from them, Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle watched with dropped jaws, wide eyes, and flushed cheeks.

"Wow," Sunset said at length as the boys began returning to their tents and Gloriosa gathered up her clothes. "Who knew?"

"I need to measure it," Twilight said, glasses askew. "A genetic mutation like that must be thoroughly analyzed."

Sunset blinked, staring at Twilight oddly. "Isn't that pronounced—"

"I know what I said," Twilight interrupted in a rush.

"....ooooookay then."

Reservoir Dash

Author's Note

Just a heads-up: this IS a rape chapter. if that's not your thing, feel free to skip it.

Also, this one went a bit Tarantino on me. I'm not sure how that happened, but I kind of like the result.

And yes, Rainbow Dash is 18.

Reservoir Dash

Cleansweep whistled idly to himself as he pushed his custodial cart around the corner to his last stop of a long Friday afternoon. It was the cusp of a three-day weekend, and everyone was gone except him. He always ended every Friday with a complete disinfection of the locker and shower rooms, using a strong and highly toxic cleaner that liked to sit for a while for best results. He always did the boys' side first, then the girls' showers, giving Canterlot High's famous girl athletes plenty of time to clear out and go home.

Cleansweep knocked on the door of the girls' locker room, waited several seconds, then pushed it open a crack. "Anybody still here?"

A loud thumping sound answered him. He heard a faint, muffled sound—not quite a voice, but he couldn't really tell what it was. He frowned. "Hello? I need to clean the showers, is anybody still in there?"

A more insistent, but still muffled, sound answered him. Brow furrowed, he pushed the door the rest of the way open and walked in. The muffled sound—a voice, but not producing words—grew louder. He peered around the privacy partition that blocked the view of the inside from the doors.

His eyes blew open wide.

Rainbow Dash, one of the most popular seniors, star athlete and band leader, lay on her back on a bench which had been pushed up against a support column. She was naked, gagged, and tied up: her arms had been bound to her sides in two places, with her wrists lashed together under her backside. Her legs had been drawn up and tied with thick, sturdy rope at the knees and ankles, pushed up into an almost fetal position, with the double ties around her ankles held fast by a set of ropes which extended up and were tied taut around the column behind her, forcing her legs up in such a way that her sex and asshole were presented in full view. A few more ropes had been tied around each of her breasts, lifting them to full pertness despite her supine state.

As he stood there staring in disbelief, Rainbow tried to shout through her gag, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed crimson. He shook himself and rushed over, kneeling down beside her and ripping off her gag. "Rainbow Dash! What happened?!"

"Can ya untie me and call the cops or somethin'? And if Principal Celestia's still here, could you maybe go get her? And don't look at me!"

"It's a little late for that," Cleansweep said. "And Celestia left an hour ago. I'm the only one still—who did this?"

Rainbow grimaced. "Couple'a jerks from Cloudsdale," she said. "Their 'revenge' for the state finals. Snuck in here and waited, knocked me out with somethin', next thing I know I'm all tied up like this and they're takin' pics an' laughin' like hyenas. They stole my clothes and left."

Cleansweep frowned. "That's horrible," he said. He looked Rainbow up and down, examining her for bruises or signs of anything more being done to her—not that he was a doctor, but with her all tied up and naked, it wouldn't be hard to spot.

"Can you please stop oglin' me?" Rainbow cried, her cheeks flushing as she squirmed in her bonds. "This is bad enough as it is. And call the cops already!"

"I'm just checking to see if you're hurt or anything." Despite the seriousness of the situation, Cleansweep's cock was throbbing painfully in his pants. Rainbow Dash was, after all, an athlete, with a lithe and sexy body, toned in all the right places and yet also soft in all the right places. And she had one of the healthiest, prettiest, poutiest assholes he'd ever seen. And he just so happened to love himself a nice, tight asshole.

"I just need outta these ropes so I can find somethin' to put on and—hey, what're you—

Ignoring the little voice in the back of his head that told him this was wrong, Cleansweep reached out with one hand and started kneading Rainbow's breast. "You know, I've had a lot of ass in my day, but I don't believe I've ever had a piece as hot as you."

Rainbow's eyes widened in alarm. "H-hey now—"

"I'll cut you loose in a bit and help you get this whole thing taken care of," Cleansweep said as he rubbed Rainbow's thigh and ass with his other hand. "Just give me a minute."

"Dude, what the hell? You're older than my dad!" Rainbow squirmed, trying to evade Cleansweep's touch. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

"There's nobody else here," Cleansweep reminded her. "But if you want, I can always put the gag back on."

Rainbow stared at him. "Dude, what's wrong with you? I thought you were an okay guy!"

"The guys who did this to you didn't do anything sexual to you?" Cleansweep asked as he leaned over Rainbow's exposed sex and asshole, sliding his hand up from her butt to probe at her slit.

Rainbow flinched. "Don't," she whimpered. "And it was two girls that tied me up like this."

"Huh. Wonder how they learned to do up ropes like this," Cleansweep said as he prised at Rainbow's slit with two fingers. "They really went all out."

Rainbow shuddered. "C-can you s-stop that?"

Cleansweep leaned in close to her face. "You know, you're lucky I was still cleaning," he said. "It's a three-day weekend. I'm sure they'd have come looking for you at the school tomorrow or Sunday once somebody realized you're missing, but do you have any idea how cold this locker room gets at night? And you naked? We're talking pneumonia here, Rainbow Dash. That kills people."

Rainbow narrowed her eyes. "So what, I'm supposed to just let you rape me as thanks for savin' my life?"

"I was just pointing out that this could've turned out a lot worse for you," Cleansweep said. He turned his attention back to Rainbow's sex and ass, rubbing the rim of her pucker with his thumb as he dug into the crease of her puffy slit with his forefinger. "Just wondering, are you a virgin?"

"Yeah," Rainbow said. "Guess I won't be after you get through with me, huh?"

Cleansweep sighed. "Now what makes you so sure I'm about to rape you?" he asked. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just wanted to play with you a little before I cut you down from here?"

"Dude, this is already rape," Rainbow said. "I mean, if you cut it out like, right now with the creepy touching and let me go, I maybe won't report your ass? Because I get it, seein' a hot chick tied up like this does stuff to you, I mean, this is exactly the kind of thing I flick the bean to, but seriously, stop."

Cleansweep leaned low over Rainbow's face. "I figure it'll be a few hours before anyone really starts to worry about you," he said huskily. "That gives me plenty of time to have all the fun with you I want." With that, he lowered his mouth to hers and sucked at her lips even as he pushed his middle finger into her asshole up to the second knuckle. Rainbow stiffened, eyes wide.

"S-stop," Rainbow repeated, her breath hitching, as Cleansweep broke the kiss.

Cleansweep watched Rainbow's face intently as he kneaded her breast and fingered her asshole while rubbing her slit with his thumb. "Have you ever had anything in your ass before?" he asked.

"N-no," Rainbow said raggedly.

"I think you'll like it," he said as he crooked his finger inside her, gently stretching the inside of her ass. Rainbow let out a strangled cry and thrashed against her bonds.

"Cut it out," Rainbow whimpered.

"You'd like this better then?" Cleansweep asked as he pulled his finger out of her ass with a sucking, slurping sound and used it to tease her inner folds for a long, agonizing moment before sliding it into her hot, wet sex. Rainbow squeezed her eyes shut tight and bit back a strangled cry as he pumped her pussy with his finger, all the way up to the last knuckle.

Cleansweep stole another kiss from Rainbow's lips as he fingered her, then lowered his mouth to her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple before taking it into his mouth and suckling at it, giving it a little bite every so often. As Rainbow let out hitched, wet, soft sobs, he added his index finger to her slit, drawing louder gasps from her as he finger-fucked her only slightly faster.

"Does it feel this good when you touch yourself?" he asked.

"Th-this do-doesn't feel g-good," Rainbow hissed. "It's dirty."

"What kind of porn do you like?" Cleansweep asked conversationally as he ran a hand through Rainbow's hair.

"D-dude, shut up—"

Cleansweep jabbed his thumb sharply into Rainbow's clit, making her yelp. "What kind?" he asked again, pleasantly.

"N-normal stuff," Rainbow gasped out. "M-maybe some weirder stuff...like b-bondage, or gangbangin', or—"

"Rape?" Cleansweep asked.

Rainbow fell silent. "Yeah, sometimes," she admitted. "Like, the...the one with the pizza girl who gets...ahhhh...dragged inside the-the house and...and they tear off her clothes and—"

"When you watch that stuff, who are you in your fantasy?" Cleansweep asked. "Are you the pizza girl getting raped, or the guys raping her?"

Rainbow's face burned more crimson. "Both," she said in a small voice. "Sometimes the girl, sometimes the...the rapist." She looked up at Cleansweep with shame and anger in her eyes. "What's with the questions? You tryin' to justify this shit?"

"Not at all," Cleansweep said calmly, tweaking her nipple and giving her breast a nice playful tug. "I was just curious about what kind of fantasies a cute girl like you has, that's all."

"You're a creep," Rainbow hissed.

"I can't argue that right now," Cleansweep said mildly. "I was hoping we could just chat for a while, you know, while we're here together, but I can always put your gag back on...or give you something else to do with your mouth."

Rainbow narrowed her eyes. "If you put your dick in my mouth, I'm bitin' it off," she snarled. "I ca-can't stop you from doin' what you're doin' right now and I can't stop you from f-fucking me, but you're not putting it in my mouth if you wanna keep it."

"Fair enough," Cleansweep said with a sigh. "It's a shame, I was looking forward to watching you suck me off. Ah well. There's always the next best thing." He pulled his fingers out of Rainbow's sex, stood up, and unbuckled his belt. "I need to let off a load about now anyway," he muttered as he dropped his pants and underwear, letting his stiff, throbbing cock bounce free. Rainbow stared in wide-eyed horror.

"Wh-where are you gonna—"

"Right now? Well right now I'm just gonna make a little mess on your face," Cleansweep said as he stood over Rainbow and started stroking his cock. "No, don't turn away," he said as Rainbow hastily looked in the other direction. "I want it on your face, not in your hair. Believe me, you don't want it in your hair, it'll take forever to wash out." He reached down and turned Rainbow's face toward him again. "Don't make me hold your head down," he said firmly. Rainbow glared mutinously at him, but kept her face turned toward him as he pumped his shaft. His face screwed up and his breaths came out in ragged grunts as he neared his peak; his load exploded all over Rainbow's face and shoulders, covering her in thick pearly smears and strands. Cleansweep plopped to his butt on the floor next to the bench and rooted through the pockets of his pants, pulling out his phone and pointing it at Rainbow. "That's a keeper," he said as he snapped a picture of her cum-covered face.

"Great, that'll be evidence I can use against you," Rainbow spat. "How many girls have you done this to, you sicko?"

"Me? None," Cleansweep said. "I've never touched a female student at this school." He paused, then amended, "Well, not since I was a student here anyway." He chuckled. "Ah, I miss high school."

Rainbow snorted. "Oh, so what, you walked in here and saw me all tied up and decided today'd be a great day to suddenly become a rapist?"

Cleansweep considered her for a moment with his head tilted curiously. "Yep," he said with a shrug. "Life's funny that way sometimes." He pushed himself to his knees and moved over to the end of the bench, leaning over Rainbow's bottom. "Okay, I'm ready to have some more fun now," he said. He put his hands on Rainbow's upturned thighs and glutes, kneading the supple flesh there as he lowered his face to her tender nethers. He took a long, deep whiff of her flushed, musky sex, then lowered his head and dragged his tongue around the rim of her pucker.

"GAH!" Rainbow cried, squirming. "Are you...are you licking my asshole?!"

"You've never heard of a rimjob?" Cleansweep asked before resuming his ministrations, slowly teasing Rainbow's ass with his tongue. She panted, her eyes rolling back in her head, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Oh dude that's totally gonna make me freakin' poop," Rainbow grunted.

"I hope not, because I love eating out a pretty little asshole like yours," Cleansweep said. While his hands played over Rainbow's ass, thighs, and slit, he flicked his tongue against her asshole, then slowly, deliberately probed her with the full length of his tongue, wriggling it around inside her ass for a minute before pulling out and going back to licking her rim.

"Oh god," Rainbow moaned. "Fssss..."

"Do you like that?" Cleansweep asked.

"It feels freakin' weird," Rainbow said. "Not bad, just weird. And I don't like anything you're doin' because it's rape! Don't go actin' like I'm gonna forgive you just because my body's goin' all crazy on me!"

Cleansweep laughed. "That spirit is why everybody loves you, you're always so fired up and you get everybody else pumped too." He leaned around to look Rainbow in the eyes. "Don't ever let anybody break that spirit, you hear me?"

Rainbow stared at him incredulously. "The fuck do you think you're tryin' to do?"

"I don't wanna break your spirit," Cleansweep said, blinking in confusion. "Have I once hit you or yelled at you or called you a bitch or anything like that?"

Rainbow frowned. "Well...no," she said slowly.

"I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have some fun with you before I help you get down from there," Cleansweep said. "In a way I feel like this is my reward for fifteen years of cleaning up nasty tampons, pubes, and used condoms you kids leave all over the place."

Rainbow gave him a flat stare. "Bullshit," she spat.

"Yeah, okay, that one's a load," Cleansweep admitted. "I mean, I do get sick of that shit, but honestly? You're just so goddamn hot I didn't even think twice. And no matter what happens after this, I have no regrets." With that, he went back to eating out Rainbow's ass, leaving her to stare in complete befuddlement before the racing jolts and spikes and tingles shooting up her nerves demanded her full attention.

A few minutes later, he leaned back and nodded. "Yeah, that ass is ready," he said. "And so am I." He stood up and moved forward, bracing his hands on Rainbow's upraised thighs just below the knee, bending his own knees as he straddled her ass.

"W-wait!" Rainbow cried in alarm. "L-look...I can't stop you from doing..." She swallowed. "I can't stop you, but...can you at least use a condom? Please? There's a machine right over there that has 'em."

"I know where the condom machine is, I'm the one who keeps it filled," Cleansweep said. "I'll go get a couple after I'm done here, but I want to come inside your asshole. That's half the fun of anal, shooting off up in there." He smiled down at her. "I don't have any diseases and it won't hurt if I come in your ass, right? You can't get pregnant from that."

Rainbow hesitated. "A-alright," she said. "I guess I can live with that. But don't put it in my pussy without a condom, alright? Please?"

"Deal."

"And that's not consent!" Rainbow added.

"I know, I know..." With that settled, Cleansweep rubbed the head of his cock against Rainbow's wet, puffy asshole. He reached down with one hand to guide himself into place, then held on tight to Rainbow's thighs as he slowly pushed himself into her.

"AHHHH!" Rainbow cried, eyes flying open wide. "Aaaa...aaaaaaahhhhh..." Rainbow's hands and feet flopped bonelessly as Cleansweep slowly but insistently pumped her virgin asshole, pushing more of his length into her tight body with each thrust. Her eyes rolled back and her head lolled back and forth, her breasts jiggling like flan with each thrust.

"Oh god," Cleansweep grunted. "So...so tight..."

"Ngh...nghaaa...aaaagh..." Rainbow grunted raspily, breath coming in sharp gasps and phlegmy moans as Cleansweep pounded her ass harder and faster. "S-stop, it—AH! AH! Oh god...aaaaaagh...!"

The sharp slap of Cleansweep's balls against Rainbow's ass formed a nice, steady rhythm as he huffed and panted and grunted and Rainbow moaned and cried out. Then, with one great thrust, Cleansweep blew his load inside Rainbow. "Ah! AH!" Rainbow yelped as she took the first blast; she rode out the aftershocks in silence, her body going limp as Cleansweep pulled out. Cum welled up in Rainbow's asshole and dribbled slowly onto the floor.

"Was it...worth it?" Rainbow rasped.

"Oh hell yes," Cleansweep said. "I'm not through with you yet, but that was so worth it." He grabbed his phone and recorded the slow dribble of cum out of Rainbow's ass. "How about you, how did it feel?"

"Like a guy old enough to be my grandad just shoved his dick up my ass and came inside me," Rainbow said flatly. "In other words, really gross."

Cleansweep chuckled. "Well, you sounded like you were getting pretty into it," he said. "God, I love me a nice tight asshole. That's the one thing I miss about being young. Teenage girls, college girls, they all have really tight assholes." He rubbed Rainbow's thighs and buttocks affectionately. "I haven't gotten ass this fine in twenty years."

"And you never will again," Rainbow said.

"Yeah, probably not," Cleansweep agreed. "You'd be a pretty tough act to follow alright." He pushed a finger into Rainbow's wet, flushed pussy, eliciting a sharp gasp. "Yeah, you're ready for the big finish," he said. "And I've got just about enough left in me for one last go."

"And then you'll cut me down from here?" Rainbow demanded.

"Unless you want me to call up some of the guys from the team and tell them about the free pussy buffet in the locker room," Cleansweep said with a grin as he fingered Rainbow's slit. "You'll probably get gangbanged at some point in college, might as well—I'm joking, I'm joking!" he said at Rainbow's furious glare.

"That's a sick joke," Rainbow spat sourly.

"Yeah, you're right, my bad," Cleansweep agreed. "I wasn't kidding about the college thing, though. Be careful what kind of parties you go to, some of them get...crazy."

Rainbow grimaced. "Yeah, I've heard about parties where girls get raped by a bunch of dudes," she said with a shudder. "It's kinda hot in porn, but thinking about that really happening?"

"Oh, a lot of the time it isn't rape," Cleansweep said. "A lot of time it's just alcohol, hormones, and really bad decision making." He bent low to thrust his tongue into Rainbow's slit, making her shudder and gasp.

"I-I heard about that too," Rainbow said with a tremor in her voice, her toes curling. "I just...can't imagine anybody I—ahh!—know doin' that on purpose..."

"Eh, I can see your friend Pinkie Pie doing it," Cleansweep said. "It's actually really really easy to picture her on her knees with a half dozen men standing around her, grinning that big silly grin while they jizz all over her."

Rainbow let out a low groan. "Yeeeeahh...that does sound like Pinkie Pie," she admitted.

Swapping out his finger for his tongue for a minute, Cleansweep looked up at Rainbow again. "Legend has it Celestia was pretty freaky in college too," he said.

"Principal Celestia? Seriously?!"

"There's this story that used to go around," Cleansweep said as he gently massaged Rainbow's clit. "It was her birthday or something, I dunno, there was this big party, one of her best friends made a challenge, who could take the most men in one night. They both got stripped naked and tied down to a table, bent over it, you know, and blindfolded and ball-gagged. All the guys at the party lined up for a turn, every time somebody blew a load in one of them, they drew a tally mark on her ass with a marker. Celestia's friend only took twelve guys before she gave up and she was crying her eyes out. Celestia took fifteen before she passed out cold."

"Whoa," Rainbow said, eyes wide. She narrowed her eyes. "Wait a second. That sounds like total bullshit."

"It's true," Cleansweep said. "Every word."

"Oh yeah? And how do you know it's true?"

"Because I was there," Cleansweep said. "Why the hell do you think I'm a high school janitor at this age? I used to be the Dean of Student Affairs at Canterlot University until that night."

"Oh, BULLSHIT!" Rainbow yelled, laughing. "Dude, now I know you're makin' this shit up!"

"Am I?" Cleansweep asked. "Look at what I'm doing right now. As you can see, I haven't lost my knack for making incredibly bad decisions to get a piece of ass." He sighed and smiled sadly. "Speaking of which, I think it's about time." He stood up and walked over to the recess where the condom dispenser hung on the wall between two rows of lockers. He took two and walked back over to Rainbow, unwrapping one and putting it on as he approached. He dropped the other by his pants. "Are you ready?"

Rainbow sighed. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said. "I hope you're quick this time, I just want this to be over."

"Just hang in there a little more, you're a brave, strong girl," Cleansweep said as he lined his cock up against Rainbow's waiting slit. He grabbed hold of her raised feet with his hands, lacing his fingers between her toes, and pounded into her. Rainbow cried out sharply as he hilted on the second thrust, his balls slamming against her cum-streaked ass. Rainbow bit her lip, clenching her teeth, her eyes tearing as she rode out the rough pounding. A ragged half-scream, half-moan tore from her throat, raspy and muted, as she lolled her head back, arching her back as much as she could, curling her toes around his fingers.

"N-not so hard," Rainbow whined. Cleansweep eased up a bit, with longer, smoother pumps and slower hilts. Rainbow's breasts rolled and swayed with the motion, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her head bobbing.

She didn't know how long he was inside her, but finally he came with a last desperate, violent thrust. Her body bucked and rocked with the force of his orgasm, then went still as he pulled out. She panted and gasped, feeling him untangle his fingers from her toes.

"How was that?" Cleansweep asked.

"Intense," Rainbow said hoarsely. "But it's still—"

"Still rape, yeah, I know," Cleansweep said with a shrug. "I'm not trying to dodge what I did here today, I just want to know how you feel is all."

Rainbow shook her head. "You are messed up," she said.

"Yeah, probably," Cleansweep agreed. "Here, let me get you down from there, I've got a boxcutter here somewhere that'll do the trick..." He fumbled through his discarded pants until he found the boxcutter, then went to work on the various ropes holding Rainbow in place. It took nearly fifteen minutes to cut her loose; by the time she was completely disentangled, most of the cum on her body had become dry and crusty.

"God, it hurts like hell to sit," Rainbow complained as she sat on the bench where she'd been humiliated and raped, rubbing the feeling back into her wrists and ankles. "When I get hold of those stupid punks from Cloudsdale," she muttered.

Cleansweep made a circuit of the locker room, opening every locker with the master keys. "Looks like everybody took their gym clothes home to wash," he said. "There's not even a T-shirt here."

"If I know Rarity, there's a whole rack of stuff in my size in the Fashion Club room," Rainbow said. She looked herself over, sniffed herself, and made a disgusted sound. "We'll head over there after I shower," she said. She chuckled. "Good thing the showers are right over there, huh?"

"Yeah," Cleansweep agreed. He frowned. "I could use a shower too." He rocked on his heels. "We might as well both shower at the same time," he said. "I mean, after everything that just happened—"

"Yeah yeah," Rainbow said tiredly. "I'm not even gonna argue that one. Let's get cleaned up then get me some clothes and get you turned over to the cops."

Cleansweep stripped off his shirt, shoes, and socks, then followed Rainbow into the showers. Rainbow tested the spray from one shower head with her hand, then stood under it, groaning as the steamy hot water coursed over her body. As Cleansweep got under his own hot shower, he kept watch on Rainbow, drinking in every detail of her nude, athletic body as she tossed her prismatic hair, scattering droplets all about. He watched her lather herself up, meticulously scrubbing all the cum and sweat and other things from her beautiful blue skin.

Rainbow noticed him staring at her and groaned, giving him a flat, unamused look. "God, dude, seriously?! Didn't you get enough already?"

Without even noticing it, Cleansweep had gotten rock hard again. He chuckled. "Huh. Didn't think I could get it up again after that last one."

Rainbow rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "Gimme your soap and your rag," she said, taking his washcloth from him and lathering it up. She knelt down in front of him and spent almost a minute vigorously lathering and washing his cock. Once it was cleaned and rinsed, she took hold of the shaft with one hand and brought her lips to the tip. She looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. "This is just so you don't end up bendin' me over a table and fuckin' me somewhere halfway across campus," she told him before taking his slippery length into her mouth and swirling her wet, warm tongue around it. She rocked back and forth on her knees, slurping and grunting as she sucked him off. It didn't take long for him to come; when he did, Rainbow Dash took it all, then stood up slowly and looked him right in the eyes, her gaze burning and sultry. She opened her mouth...

...and spit his entire load right into his eyes. "Finish up," she said as she walked back over to her own shower. "I wanna be dressed and out of here before sunset."

Cleansweep chuckled and sighed. "I'm gonna miss this job," he said as he scrubbed his face. "Ah well."

Shadow Prey, Part 2

They'd found Matilda under the reception desk; she'd been knocked out with chloroform, tied up, and gagged.

Sunny Flare sat in the back of an ambulance, swaddled in blankets. A paramedic was carefully cleaning her up and talking softly to her. Steven Magnet occasionally glanced her way while making his statement to the police.

"I don't understand this," Steven said, wringing his hands. "How did this happen? Why did this happen?!"

The officer he was talking to frowned. "I've heard of girls like that being raped by the masseur, it's frankly a common thing you hear a lot—"

"Not in my parlor, it's not," Steven said with a scowl.

The officer coughed. "I've never heard of an outside assailant involved in one of these massage parlor rape cases," he continued. "Someone would have to have been watching this place, then lure you outside, knock you and your receptionist out..." He shook his head. "It doesn't make sense."

The ambulance doors closed, and the ambulance took off, siren blaring. Steven sighed. "I suppose we'll be closed for a few days," he lamented. "My bosses are going to be pissed." He sighed. "I do hope poor Sunny will be alright."

"How well do you know the victim?"

"Oh, she's been coming here since she was sixteen, so about two years?"

"Hmm." The officer wrote that down. "Regularly?"

"Once a month," Steven said, nodding.

"Always on a Sunday?"

Steven blinked. "Why...yes," he said.

The officer frowned. "And being a teenager, I'm guessing her visits here are common knowledge."

Steven gasped. "You think—?"

"It's suspicious as hell," the officer said, snapping his notebook shut. "Thank you, we'll be in touch."

* * * * *

Babysitting her little brother and his brat friends was not Sugarcoat's ideal way to spend a Sunday.

Her brother had been bugging their mother to take him to see the latest insipid explosion-riddled big budget movie, and she'd finally promised to take him and two of his friends to see it. Then a work emergency had come up. Since Sugarcoat had no plans, she'd been roped into taking the brats to the movie instead, with a dire warning not to ditch the kids.

Loud explosions boomed from the huge speakers in the theater. Sugarcoat munched another handful of greasy popcorn, wondering for at least the third time how much longer the movie would run. It felt like she'd already been sitting there for two hours.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The medium soda she'd already drank most of had gone right through her.

"I'm going to the restroom," she told her brother quietly. "Behave yourselves."

"Yeah yeah," he said dismissively, not taking his eyes off the screen. Snorting, Sugarcoat worked her way down the row and quick-marched up the aisle to the exit. The pressure on her bladder grew intense as she walked down the hall, past three auditoriums, to the cinema's restrooms.

A theater employee was mopping the alcove outside the restrooms when she arrived. "Careful, floor's wet," he said. She ignored him, entering the ladies' room and heading for the first stall. Closing and latching the door, she pulled down her jeans and panties and sat down on the toilet. She barely made it in time; no sooner had her butt touched the seat did the dam burst. As she emptied her bladder, she heard the door creak open and the squeak of shoes on the floor. Someone's feet passed by her stall; she examined the toilet paper with a frown, wondering if it was the rough kind or the barely tolerable kind.

The feet passed in front of her stall again and stopped. The door vibrated. Sugarcoat frowned. "Occupied," she said calmly. "The restroom's nearly empty, use another stall."

The latch flipped with a loud clack, and the door was yanked open. Before Sugarcoat could open her mouth to protest, someone leaned into the stall, seized her under her armpits, and dragged her off the toilet and out into the restroom. "Hey!" she cried, struggling; her tennis shoes skidded and squeaked on the tiles as her jeans and panties tangled up her legs, making it hard for her to get any leverage. Her assailant was much stronger; he shoved her to the floor and bent over her, unzipping her hoodie. His face was covered with a scarf and a pair of sunglasses, and he wore a ball cap on his head.

The restroom door opened, and a second man entered. Sugarcoat cried out, but was stifled by a hand over her mouth. The second man also had his face covered; he yanked the garbage can out of its receptacle and turned it on its side in the middle of the room, set up a digital camcorder facing Sugarcoat on top of it, then nodded and gave the first man a thumbs-up.

"What are you doing—" Sugarcoat asked when the first man removed his hand from her mouth. Both men were crouched on either side of her now, pinning her in place. The second man grabbed her flailing feet and tore off her shoes and socks, then stripped her jeans and panties off and flung them away. The first man, meanwhile, wrestled her out of her hoodie and T-shirt, then unhooked her bra and stripped it off. Every time Sugarcoat tried to cry out or yell, one of them silenced her with a hand over her mouth or a sharp slap. After the fourth slap, Sugarcoat got the message; she stopped trying to yell or scream and settled for giving the two men a sullen glare. "Is this what you do? Barge into the ladies' restroom and attack teenage girls? That's disgusting," she said. "Also, that video you're recording is evidence of a felony, you know that, right?"

They ignored her, of course; she shuddered as the two men pawed her now-naked body, rubbing her thighs and fondling her breasts and kneading her ass and groping her crotch. She hissed and whimpered as fingers roughly penetrated her slit and her anus, probing and questing inside her.

"Why...why are you doing this to me?" Sugarcoat asked as they forced her to kneel and dropped their pants, exposing their stiff, twitching cocks. "Can't you get girlfriends or find hookers or something?"

"Shut up," one of them said hoarsely through his scarf, smacking her across the face with his dick. "Just shut the fuck up for once in your life, Sugarcoat!"

"DUMBASS!" the second man said, cuffing the first. "No talking!"

Sugarcoat stilled, eyes narrowing. "You...know me," she said. "This is personal?" In response, the second man grabbed her hair and pulled sharply, making her cry out in pain. As soon as her mouth was open wide, he shoved his dick into it, muffling her. The other man grabbed her arm and pulled it up, taking her hand and wrapping her fingers around his dick. The man inside her mouth fisted his fingers in her hair as he pounded his cock against her tongue and the back of her throat. It was all she could do not to choke or gag; she considered biting him, but ultimately abandoned the idea. There were, after all, two of them, and they hadn't hesitated to use violence against her. Her best option, for the moment, seemed to be to submit to them and endure whatever they had planned for her until it was over.

She really hoped they weren't planning to kill her when they were finished with her.

"Dumbass" came all over her face after a few minutes of stroking, while the other—"Number Two", she decided—filled her mouth and throat with hot, thick seed. As he pulled his dick out of her mouth, she doubled over and coughed, expelling as much of it as she could onto the tiles.

The rapists bent her over, forcing her to her hands and knees. Number Two knelt down behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and roughly fingering her sex, while Dumbass knelt in front of her, holding her head in place as his dick rose to mast again. Number Two rubbed his cock along her pussy lips for a few seconds before seizing her hips and driving it into her sex. Sugarcoat cried out sharply. "You're already getting what you want, you don't have to be so rough about it," she said as Number Two thrust into her, his balls slapping against her ass. In response, Dumbass slapped her again, then shoved his dick into her mouth.

Sugarcoat's body rocked back and forth on the cold bathroom floor, driven forward by the force of the cock inside her sex, then backward again with each thrust of the one in her mouth. Hot tears of anger and shame prickled the corners of her eyes. Who were these two? What did she ever do to them to deserve this? They obviously knew her, and knew her well.

A horrible thought occurred: What if they were classmates from Crystal Prep? Dumbass, at the very least, seemed like he could be about the right age.

She couldn't begin to guess how long she knelt there, being pounded in her mouth and pussy, before Number Two came, filling up her insides with his seed. Dumbass pulled out of her mouth suddenly and began stroking himself furiously. Thick ribbons of jizz erupted from his cock, splattering across Sugarcoat's face and hair. She slumped to the floor, panting and gasping. Once Number Two had pulled out and backed away, Dumbass rolled her over onto her back and covered her, kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples as he rubbed against her, bringing himself back to mast. Once he was stiff again, he pushed her thighs wide apart and pounded into her, fast and hard, with sharp, shallow thrusts. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as her body shook from the furious pounding. She whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

It only took a minute for Dumbass to finish. He grunted as he rocked back on his heels, watching his cum slowly burble and pool out of Sugarcoat's abused, aching pussy. Sugarcoat stared blankly up at the flourescent lights, hoping it was finally over.

Her phone, which had slipped out of her jeans pocket during the struggle, started ringing. The two rapists looked at each other; Number Two nodded. Dumbass picked the phone up and dropped it in one of the toilets. They hurriedly cleaned themselves up with paper towels, pulled their pants back up, grabbed their camcorder, and left, leaving Sugarcoat alone in the cold, silent restroom.

With the rapists gone, she finally let herself break. Wracking, silent sobs shook her body as she pulled herself over to the wall and sat up, huddling into herself, knees drawn up to her chin as she sniffled.

Sugarcoat had no idea how long she sat there, cold, naked, and covered in cum, before the bathroom door opened again. "Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee," a familiar, high-pitched voice muttered as a massive head of poofy pink hair flounced into view. "Gotta peEEEE!" Pinkie Pie gasped in shock as she saw Sugarcoat sitting against the wall. "Umm...I can find another bathroom?"

"Help," Sugarcoat said hoarsely.

Pinkie blinked twice, then clutched her head in horror. "Oh my gosh did you just get raped in here?!"

"Why else would I be lying on the floor of a public restroom naked and covered in semen?" Sugarcoat asked tartly.

Pinkie actually took a moment to ponder that. "Welllll...Granny always told me never to assume—"

"Yes, I was raped," Sugarcoat said. "They broke my phone. Please call the police."

"R-right," Pinkie said.

Shadow Prey, Part 5

Mi Amore Cadenza, newly-appointed Principal of Crystal Prep Academy, rarely found a few minutes to just relax since assuming her new job. She was looking forward to a nice, quiet Sunday afternoon with nothing to do but watch a little TV.

She'd just settled into her living room sofa and started up Streamflix to find something to watch when her phone rang. Sighing, she put down the remote and picked up her phone. She smiled when she saw the caller was Twilight Sparkle, one of her favorite (former) students. Hitting the green pad, she put the phone to her ear. "Hey Twilight, what's up?"

A minute later, all cheer drained from Cadance, and the smile dropped from her face, which went pale and ashen. "WHAT?!" She covered her mouth with one well-manicured hand. "Oh my God," she said. "Are you su—" She stood and began pacing. "Tell me everything you know." She listened for a long moment, playing with loose strands of her hair. "Alright. I—are you okay? ...Okay. Stay with your friends. Don't...don't go anywhere by yourself. And you say you know for sure Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat were—yes. Oh God, this..." She took a deep breath. "Thank you for calling me. I'll check on the other girls from the Friendship Games."

As soon as she hung up, she raced over to her desk and opened her laptop, connecting to the school's administrative server. She quickly scanned through the records to find the numbers she needed to call.

She first tried Indigo Zap's mobile. When there was no answer, she left a hasty text, then tried Sour Sweet's mobile, followed by Lemon Zest's.

She was just about to disconnect after several rings when Lemon Zest answered. She sounded hesitant, shaken. "Principal Cadance?"

"Lemon Zest, thank God. Listen, are you—I mean, has anything..." She took a breath. "Are you alright? Where are you?"

There was a long, hesitant pause. "I'm home," Lemon Zest said quietly. "I'm home alone."

"Good," Cadance said, releasing a breath. "Listen, don't go anywhere, don't open the door for anyone, and if anything, I mean anything happens that's out of the ordinary, you call the police, okay?"

Lemon didn't answer for a long time. Just as Cadance thought maybe she'd disconnected or the call dropped, she heard a sniffle. "Lemon? Are you okay?"

The sniffle evolved into choked sobbing. "They...they c-came inside me...so many times," Lemon whimpered. "A-Am I...gonna get p-puh-p—"

Cadance felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. "What happened?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "Lemon? Were you...were you raped?"

"Y-yeah."

"Oh God," Cadance moaned, closing her eyes. "I'm on my way over right now," she said firmly. "I'll call the police on the way. Stay put, alright?"

"'kay."

Cadance disconnected, let out a curse, got Lemon Zest's home address from the server, then grabbed her keys and her wallet, stepped into some battered old tennis shoes by the back door, and in less than a minute was on the road, already connecting with police dispatch as she raced through the streets of Canterlot City.

* * * * *

As soon as her next-door neighbor had started screaming bloody murder, doors opened all up and down the street, heads peeking out curiously. Sour Sweet bit off a curse and forced herself to her feet, running in a kind of awkward, hunched-over duck-walk to the front door, where she hammered on the door with her fists and pounded on the doorbell repeatedly. "OPEN THE DOOR! DAMMIT, LET ME IN!"

The door flew open, and her dad started to say something, then stopped, taking a long look at her. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Out of the way, I don't want the whole fucking block seeing this!" Sour Sweet said, pushing past her dad and running to the bathroom. "Call the police!"

Her dad pounded up the hall, stopping outside the door just as she slammed it shut. "Where have you been? We couldn't find you anywhere all day, and your phone was in your bedroom—"

The door opened a crack. "Professor Wind Rider and Royal Pin from school kidnapped me and raped me," she snarled. "Now do you mind if I take a shower to get all this fucking cum off me?"

Her dad went pale. "Oh my god," he said. "Are you serious?"

"No, I just like running around naked in public making it look like I got raped by a couple of sick perverts," Sour Sweet cooed. "Of course I'm serious!" she continued in her snappish voice. "Call. The. Cops!" With that, she slammed the door; the shower started up. Her dad stepped numbly away from the door and grabbed his phone.

* * * * *

Cadance pulled up to the house at the same time as a police cruiser arrived. She killed the engine and got out, then walked up to the officer who got out of the car. "One of my students was just raped," she said briskly. "She's home alone. They must've broken in and attacked her."

The officer grimaced. "Lot of that going around today," he said. "Can I get your name for the report?"

"Mi Amore Cadenza," Cadance said. "I'm the Principal of Crystal Prep Academy."

The officer nodded. "Alright. Paramedics are on the way, but do you want to go in and...and help the girl clean herself up first?"

"Yes," Cadance said firmly.

"Alright, while you do that, we'll have a look around the house." He nodded to his partner, who had just gotten out of the car. Together, the three of them headed for the front door. Cadance rang the bell.

"Lemon Zest?" she called out. "It's Principal Cadance. I'm here with some police officers. They're going to have a look around while I...while I take care of you, alright?"

The door unlocked and swung open slightly. Cadance frowned, looked back at the officers, then pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Lemon Zest stood dejectedly in the foyer, her hair hanging limp in her face. Cadance gasped in horror as she looked the girl up and down. She was naked, and various bruises were blossoming on her shoulders, arms, and thighs. Congealed, crusty bodily fluids covered her face, abdomen, crotch, and legs. "Oh fuck," Cadance whispered, eyes wide. "Oh f—Lemon, honey, I am so sorry," she whispered.

The two officers entered; Lemon flinched away as they hovered behind Cadance. "Holy shit," the first officer Cadance had spoken to said.

"Damn," the other agreed. "Take her in the bathroom and clean her up, the paramedics are on the way."

"Wait," the first said, grimacing. "We need to...I mean, we don't want to, but we have to document...this...for evidence."

Cadance winced, but nodded, guiding Lemon into the center of the hall. The officers grimly took pictures of her abused body, making no comment, then began roaming around the house, inspecting everything. Cadance led Lemon Zest down the other hall, searching for the bathroom. Once she found it, she guided Lemon inside and sat her down on the toilet while she filled the tub with warm water. "Where are your parents?" she asked.

"Out of town," Lemon said. "They went to an antique show in Trotsdale." She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. "I came," she whispered.

"I'm sorry?" Cadance asked as she rummaged around for soap, shampoo, and washcloths.

"They...they kept f-fucking me and...and I c-came..."

Cadance sighed. "That doesn't mean you liked it or that you're a dirty girl," she said patiently. "It's just how your body reacted to what was happening. Don't think about it."

"Okay," Lemon said.

"How many were there?" Cadance asked.

"Three," Lemon said.

Cadance let out a string of profanities. "And they just broke in?"

"I think they found the hide-a-key," Lemon said. "They unlocked the back door. I thought it was Mom and Dad coming back early, I—"

"Shh, it's okay," Cadance said soothingly. "Come on, let's get you into the water, get all this off of you...that's a good girl..."

One of the officers knocked on the bathroom door and opened it just a crack, not enough to see inside. "No sign of forced entry," he reported.

"She says they used a spare key to the back door," Cadance said. She paused, then added, "Officer, can you have somebody check on two other girls for me? I tried getting in touch with two of my students before this and they weren't answering their mobiles, but I never got around to trying their home phones because I had to hurry over here."

"You think there's more?!" the officer replied.

Cadance grimaced. "I hope not, but at this point..." She sighed. "Their names are Sour Sweet and Indigo Zap. Hurry, please."

"Right away, ma'am."

Lemon turned her gaze to Cadance. "Sour Sweet and Indigo?" she asked.

Cadance busied herself with lathering a rag and scrubbing Lemon's face and shoulders. "You just worry about yourself right now," she said.

"N-no, it's...what's going on? I...I want to know."

Cadance sighed. "You're the fourth girl that's turned up sexually assaulted today," she said. "All from the Crystal Prep team from the Friendship Games. You're the third one that's been raped. Twilight Sparkle had an...incident...at the beach, but nothing like what happened to you."

Lemon Zest gasped. "S-so Sunny Flare and...and Sugarcoat...?"

"Yes," Cadance said.

Lemon bowed her head. "Why?" she asked. "Why did this happen?"

"I don't know," Cadance said. "But we'll find these bastards. They'll pay for this."

* * * * *

Indigo Zap's cheeks bulged with the girth of the cock pounding into her mouth. Her sprint coach's hands were fisted in her hair as he fucked her mouth hard and fast.

She'd figured out it was her sprint coach raping her pretty early on; she still had no idea who the other three guys were, but if she had to guess, they were Crystal Prep students.

She had been at the school track at nine in the morning to work out. She'd run laps, then headed back to the locker room to cool down and get a drink. They'd been waiting for her, and had dogpiled her and stripped her naked before she knew what was going on. She'd fought back, of course, cursing and biting and kicking and punching, but in the end, they'd overpowered her.

That had been four hours ago. She knew because the steeple clock had just chimed the half hour.

Presently, she lay naked on a bench in the locker room, bruised and scratched up and covered in drying cum. The group working her over right now wasn't the same group that had been there at the start; aside from Coach Cumulus, the masked men present had been leaving periodically, with others in different clothes coming in at various times and joining in on the gangbang. Indigo ached all over, reeked of the sweat and seed of she no longer even knew how many men, and had long since lost the will to resist, or even to cry as they violated her again and again.

One man straddled her chest and plopped his dick right between her breasts, mashing them together and pumping insistently into them. Her body juddered beneath him, her legs twitching feebly. Another had taken hold of her left hand and was using it to jerk himself off, while the fourth was rubbing himself off on her left foot.

Coach Cumulus came in her mouth again; she coughed and choked as his dick flopped slimily out of her mouth like some kind of grotesque slug, followed by a mix of saliva and cum that pooled out onto the locker room floor. The guy on her chest came next, adding more jizz to a growing collection. Once he staggered away, the two using her hand and foot flipped her over onto her stomach and knelt on either end of her, fucking her hard and fast in her ass and mouth. Her eyes were clouded and dull as she endured it, jerking helplessly between them.

* * * * *

The emergency room of Canterlot General Hospital was in a state of uproar. Nobody on staff could remember ever having a day quite like this.

Quite against established hospital procedures, four girls sat huddled miserably together in one of the treatment rooms, which had been sequestered for privacy by the police. Detective Chase and Principal Cadance were with the girls, who had all been cleaned up, treated, and now wore comfortable, loose, casual clothes that had either been brought from their homes or loaned to them. Sunny Flare's mother, Sugarcoat's mother, and Sour Sweet's father all sat in the waiting room, conversing with other police officers. Lemon Zest's parents had been contacted, and were on their way back to town.

Sunny Flare and Lemon Zest were withdrawn, quiet, and listless, pale shadows of their usual selves. Sugarcoat was pensive; out of all the girls, she'd kept it together the best, talking reasonably, calmly, and logically in recounting her experience. Nevertheless, she had a thousand yard stare and a tendency to grab tissues and scrub at her face and glasses periodically. Sour Sweet, by contrast, was thoroughly pissed off, to the point she'd actually been given a mild sedative to calm her down from the snarling, spitting, swearing fury she'd been in upon arrival at the ER.

Nobody had been able to reach Indigo Zap. Nobody knew where she was, or if she'd even been attacked.

Sour Sweet's arrival, once she'd calmed down enough to make sense, had brought disturbing new light to the situation. Cadance leaned against the closed door, pale and shaken, as her mind whirled and reeled.

"Are you...sure it was Professor Wind Rider?" Lemon Zest asked in a whimper. "I mean, he's...a teacher..."

"Oh, it was him," Sour Sweet said. "I had enough of his dick in me to smell that stupid cologne he wears. Him and Royal Pin."

"Royal Pin never struck me as the kind of kid who'd do something like this," Cadance said numbly.

"This explains a lot," Sugarcoat said. "It confirms what I've suspected since I found out about Sunny Flare." She pushed up her glasses. "But a teacher being in on it is very disturbing."

"No, really? I thought it was his way of showing how much he cares!"

"Enough, Sour Sweet," Cadance said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I know you're angry and I want you to stay angry, but don't take it out on the other girls, alright? They've been through the same nightmare you've been through."

Sour Sweet bowed her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "I just..." She hugged herself, shivering. "The things they did to me...and the reason why..."

"They gave you a motive then?" Detective Chase asked.

Sour Sweet nodded. "I...forgot about that part," she admitted. "They said...it was all about Crystal Prep's reputation." She fidgeted with the hem of her oversized T-shirt. "It's..." She swallowed. "Punishment."

"Punishment?" Cadance asked, sick with dread. "Punishment for not winning the Friendship Games?!"

"Punishment for...for disgracing the school. For making Principal Cinch leave."

"Oh God," Cadance groaned, closing her eyes and sucking a sharp breath between her teeth. "This is...I can't believe..." She shook her head and looked over the four girls. "Girls, I am so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Sugarcoat said. "How could anybody know there were so many depraved psychopaths at Crystal Prep?"

Detective Chase frowned. "Alright, so at this point, we can assume that all the suspects are Crystal Prep students or teachers," she said, taking notes on her tablet. "I've already reported this Wind Rider and Royal Pin to dispatch as suspects. Assuming they were only responsible for the attack on Sour Sweet, that leaves..." She sucked in her cheek as she counted. "As many as eight other suspects, assuming no overlap between the five confirmed assault cases. Shit."

"Five?" Sunny Flare asked listlessly, looking around. "There's...only four of us..."

"Twilight Sparkle was also assaulted, though not as severely as you all," Cadance said. "They never even touched her, actually. They just, well..." She grimaced. "Masturbated on her and ran off."

"Oh sure, she gets off lucky," Sour Sweet muttered. "She's the one who caused that whole stupid mess!"

"Sour Sweet!" Cadance snapped, aghast.

"Well she is," Sour Sweet said sullenly.

"I'm glad she didn't get...raped," Lemon said. "But I wonder why?"

"Probably because her friends were with her," Sugarcoat said. "And I think they said she was on the beach when it happened. They probably didn't have the chance to do anything worse to her."

"That's a reasonable assessment," Detective Chase agreed, nodding. "Still, I'm going to need to talk to her later."

"Why isn't she here with the rest of us?" Lemon wondered.

"She's home with her family and they're keeping her locked up tight until this is all over, and I don't blame them," Cadance said. She sighed. "Your parents will probably want to do the same for you girls, and...and with the situation the way it is, I'm closing the school until we catch every single person involved in this."

* * * * *

Around three in the afternoon, the gangbangers had finally stopped. They'd tied Indigo up, gagged her, and tossed her into the shower room, then left her.

She couldn't be sure if she'd been awake or asleep the entire time, but shortly after the steeple clock tolled the six o'clock hour, Coach Cumulus and two of his cohorts returned. Indigo braced herself, dreading another round of abuse.

The men hauled a large rolling trash barrel into the locker room, picked Indigo up, and unceremoniously stuffed her into it. She whimpered as she was crammed into the bin, hissing and sucking in air with each rough bump of the bin as it rolled out of the locker room and across the grounds. "What...are you doing with me?" Indigo asked, hating the weakness of her own voice.

"Sending one last message," Coach Cumulus said. They came to a stop in the courtyard, next to the flagpole that bore the standard of Crystal Prep. They hauled Indigo out of the trash barrel and bound her ankles together, then tied her wrists in front of her. She wanted to resist and make a break for it, but she ached too deeply and was too exhausted to fight. Dread sank deep into her bones as they led her to the flagpole, where they worked to secure a complicated rig of ropes and cables around her waist and shoulders, under her breasts, and between her legs. "There, that should hold," the coach decided.

Indigo's blood froze in her veins. "You're not serious," she said.

They didn't answer. They secured her to the pulley rope for the flag. She found one last, desperate burst of adrenaline and struggled, but it was in vain—she was too securely bound. Her heart sank as her feet left the ground, as she was drawn up, up, ever up, until she was looking down on the Crystal Prep campus from high above, the Shadowbolts flag fluttering about her face in the evening breeze.

* * * * *

It was past sunset by the time Cadance finally pulled into her driveway, thoroughly exhausted and drained.

Four students raped. One former student sexually assaulted on a public beach. One student missing. And the culprits were among her own students and faculty.

She'd already arranged an emergency shutdown of the school for the following day. As much as she wanted to be out looking for Indigo Zap, that was a job for the police. For now, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into a nice, hot, relaxing bubble bath and cry herself empty.

After locking up the garage, she walked to the back door and unlocked it, kicking off her shoes in the entryway and padding through the utility room. She fumbled around for the kitchen light switch.

A hand seized her arm.

The lights snapped on in the kitchen and living room, and her assailant seized her by both shoulders and pushed her into the living room. All the furniture had been cleared away, and gym mats had been spread out on the living room floor.

A dozen masked men stood around the room.

"Welcome home, Dean Cadance," the tallest man present said snidely. "We've got a little surprise party planned..."